This will a longer chapter, sorry for the shortness of the other one! And I just wanted to clear up for a question asked that Magnus will regretfully not be making an appearance in the story. I really like Magnus's character and all and would write about him but the way I would portray him and Alec would most likely upset some of you. If you want to know the reason, PM me because I don't want to post what I would say to everyone whether they wanted to know it or not, so I'll give you the choice there. Enjoy!

-swimmergirl103

Shuffling to the teacher's desk, I was glad only about a quarter of the class was in the room. The teacher looked up at me. Recognizing me as new, he smiled warmly.

"Hello. You must be," he looked down at his attendance sheet," Clarissa Fray."

"Just Clary please."

"Ok, my name is . I understand that Isabelle has been assigned to take you to your classes?"

"Um, I think that's what Principal Vale said."

"Alright then. Isabelle? Would you come up here please?"

One of the girls in the classroom rose and started walking towards the desk. She was gorgeous. Silky black hair and vibrant blue eyes. Long legs clad in skinny jeans that made them look longer. I immediately felt self-conscious of my frizzy red hair, dull green eyes, and short stature.

"Yes Mr. Starkweather?"

"Isabelle, this is Clary Fray. You will be-"

"-taking her to her classes today, right?"

"Yes, that is what I was going to say."

"This is soooo cool! I'm really excited to meet you! I'm Isabelle Lightwood and-"

"Miss Lightwood? How about we handle the talking in between classes? For now, let's stick to sitting together and getting ready to start the lesson." I noticed the clock read that there was only a minute until class started and that most of the spots were filling with students.

"Come on, let's go grab a spot." Isabelle said excitedly.

She sure has a bubbly personality, I thought.

We quickly managed to snatch a table to ourselves. Isabelle wasted no time in turning to me and start talking.

"So as I was saying earlier, I'm Isabelle, but I prefer to be called Izzy. I love shopping and make-overs and looking good. You have the prettiest eyes, you know that? I bet with a little eyeliner, they would pop right out and-"

"Iz, remember to breathe in between sentences." A voice said from behind me. I turned around, not knowing who it was. I turned to face a girl with light brown skin and dark brown hair tied in a braid on her shoulder. She had chocolate eyes and was half-smiling at me.

"Hi, I'm Maia. I see you've met Izzy, the faster talker in the whole school. She likes to let people know who she is."

"Hi, I'm Clary."

"You know what I've noticed in the short time we've known each other? You're really quiet and shy. I think we're going to be best friends. Opposites attract you know!" Maia laughed and left to sit by a lanky boy with shaggy brown hair and a mischievous smirk on his face.

"That's Jordan, he and Maia have been dating for the past two months."

"Ok, class. Settle down now. Welcome back from the weekend! Today in World History, we'll be learning about-" That was about as much as I got before my attention drifted to the black notebook in front of me. My hand rose up almost involuntarily to start sketching. I started out with dandelion fluff in the air. I paid attention to the details of the stems and then started on the meadow they would be in. I drew the grass and flowers ruffling in the breeze that swept the fluff off the original stem. I made sure I drew the empty stem standing taller and standing out from the rest of the meadow. I drew trees in the background and a few birds flying above them.

"That's really good you know." Izzy whispered from her spot of intently watching me sketch. My face burned in embarrassment; I hadn't noticed her watching me for the past hour.

"Th-thanks, I guess." Izzy smiled a little.

"You really don't know how to take a compliment, do you?"

"I guess I just haven't ever gotten a lot of them in the first place."

"I was going to tell you that the bells gonna ring in about five minutes. You'd better pack up."

I got all my things into a pile and just as I finished, the bell rang.

"Let's go!" Izzy yelled from halfway across the room. I got up and quickly followed her. I made sure to stay right behind her in the hall, because I wasn't about to get lost and ask some random stranger. We arrived at a classroom finally, and as soon as I stepped into the classroom, the bell rang. Izzy and I found open seats and the teacher turned around. She had graying hair pulled into a bun and glasses.

"Good morning class." It all continued on for another hour and a half until the bell rang.

"It's our lunch period now. I'll take you to the lunch room and you can sit with me." We weaved our way through the halls once again and came to an open door with a long line of people standing, waiting.

"Well, this sucks. It's usually not this packed, but there must be a test going on today, so some of the older students are here. Woah, who is that!?" She said suddenly. I followed her gaze and my eyes fell onto familiar white blond hair on top of a tall, lithe body. Dark brown eyes, no longer black with cruelty, were staring at me, a smirk plastered onto his face as guy were trying to talk to him while girls were practically draping themselves onto his arms.

"Hehe, looks like he has some intrest in you, Clary!"

"Uh, Isabelle-"

"Izzy."

"-Izzy I mean. Well, that's my brother. I'm sure that's not the case."

He stepped out of his place in the front of the line and came to stand back by us.

"Hey Clary, how are you? Anyone been bothering you?" A picked up on the faint trace of concern in his tone.

"No one's bothering me. And Jon, for the last time today, I'm fine. It was just my imagination this morning. I'm still not over everything, it's only been a week since-since-"

"Clare, stop torturing yourself. Try not to think about it."

"It's hard not to."

"Just try, alright?" With that he walked back up to his previous spot, continuing what he was doing before, making new friends and flirting with numerous girls.

"Hmm, mysterious sibling talk. I like it. I'm picking up something here. I'm just going to go out on a limb and say that you move here because of something bad and need to start over. I'm also picking up a lot of brotherly over-protectiveness here."

"If we ever get to know each other better, I still don't know if I would be able to tell you the whole story without having to be admitted to a mental hospital. But let's just say that me and Jon haven't had the best lives."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure we get to know each other better." Izzy said while we picked up our lunches finally. We made our way around tables, some occasional catcalls directed towards Izzy. She just ignored them and went on her way, leading me towards a table with some people trying to make room for everyone.

"Hey guys, meet Clary, she's new here." There was a chorus of hellos' and hey's and hi's from around the table. We sat down and Izzy started introducing me to the people at the table.

"This is Alec, and he's my brother." She gestured to a boy across the table who was obviously her brother. He had black hair and electric blue eyes just like Izzy.

"And you already know Maia and Jordan. And last but not least is Simon." The boy looked up at me from under glasses, brown eyes blinking. His brown hair looked as if he hadn't brushed it that morning. And although it was Izzy introducing me, I could tell right away that his attention was pretty much glued to Izzy.

The moment we sat down, Another body pushed its onto Simon and Alec's bench, nearly knocking Simon off.

"And this stunning man who can do anything and everything, is known by many names; some being The Awsomest Guy In School, Hottie, Big-Shot, Superstar, and Mr. Cool, but is most commonly known as Jace. Please, grace us with your real name, Red." Izzy sighed.

"Yes, and this is Jace, the most arrogant, big-headed, player in the whole school. And he is also unfortunately my adopted brother."

I looked up at the boy and froze. It was the boy I had run into on accident this morning.

"Her name is Clary. Not Red." Izzy said.

"Aww, but I like Red."

"Please don't call me Red." I said quietly. That was the nickname Jon used to call me at our old school, when he was still terrible to me. Jace got a look in his eyes and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Hm. You are a very strange girl. So why did you run off this morning? You looked so scared. Why were you so scared? Did something happen in the office? Is it because you're new here? Did somebody hurt you?"

"It's none of your business why she did. If she doesn't want to answer let it be and I would suggest you stop prying." Said a steely voice from behind Jace. I raised my eyes and saw Jon standing there, glaring daggers into the back of Jace's head. Jace raised his head and turned around, eyes turned hard from being challenged like that.

"And who-" As he was halfway up and in the middle of saying something smart, Alec pulled him back down and looked him in the eyes.

"Jace, no. Mom already warned you about any more fights." Jace scowled and took his tray up, uneaten, and moved to a different table that had some popular looking people at it. He sat down and immediately a girl with blond hair dyed to the roots and clothes that looked as if they barely fit her basically climbed into his lap and started trying to flirt and kiss him. And the sick thing was that he just let it happen.

"Ugh, that's Michaela. Otherwise known as the girl who thinks she's the queen and has dated just about everyone in this school not counting the boys at this table. Her and Jace basically belong together." But I could tell different. Izzy may have wanted to sound disgusted and mean, but I could tell that she just didn't like the girl and wanted Jace to stay away from her.

Jon crouched down by me and started talking.

"Hey Clary, mom is going to pick you up in the admissions office today instead of me, ok? One of my friends said that the soccer team was having tryouts today and I'm going to that. See you tonight." He got up and left to sit at a table full of jock-looking guys. I also noticed Jace had untangled himself from Michaela and had gone to sit at the same table.

We finished our lunches, Izzy talking about anything and everything and finally we went to go take our trays up and head to class.

First dramatic lunch - complete.