Hey guys, SShinyEspeonn here with another chapter!

One thing: I am so super-duper sorry that I didn't upload for a very long time, a REALLY long time… Please don't kill me… *Hides underneath my bed. Peeks out.* But in all honesty, I am SO sorry…

In addition to that, sorry for any spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes and such.

And also, sorry for this chapter being super short, despite me having a long time to write this chapter.

DISCLAIMER! None of these characters except for the ones that I actually do make up (I'll put them down so you guys and gals know who they are at the end). I forgot to add this in the last chapter, and that bugged me.

That was really long, but without further ado, there shall be no more bolded words until the end!

Clary POV:

The alarm clock kept blaring out loud, so I had to get up. It was morning already. I sighed, not wanting to start the day.

After stopping the annoying sound of my alarm clock, I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom to shower. Showering always got me wide awake and alert, just the way I needed to be.

So I showered, then blow-dried my hair and combed it, taming my wild, fire red curls. My hands manipulated my hair into a high pony-tail, and then combed the ends a bit more to eliminate all tangles. After my hair was clear of all knots, I went to my clothing drawer and took out my underwear, a black t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans, black converses, and a black cardigan. I realized that my wardrobe was basically all black, and that would make me stand out like a sore thumb. I made a mental note to myself to buy some decent-colored clothing. And some jewelry. Female teens wore jewelry, right?

According to my memory of watching some television, I am correct. And also according to the television shows, I needed a bunch of books, binders, folders, etc. and a backpack to put all the heavy stuff in. I made a mental list of everything I needed to buy, while looking at myself in the mirror.

The black clothes really made my already pale skin look like milk. And my thin frame didn't help me either with convincing me that I wasn't a vampire. I blood-red hair topped off the look, and might I say, I looked like a freaking dead person who came to life. What was the thing called? The stuff that females put on their faces to "enhance" their traits? March-up? Mark-up? Make-up? Yes, make-up. I'll buy some of that too.

All that listing made me realize that I had so much to buy, which meant that I needed money. Lots of money. Money that I have not a cent of. Now that's a real problem.

I decided that I would ask my father for some money, and then I would need a part-time job to support my needs and wants until my work is done. After completing a mission successfully, agents receive a ton of money. But before that, Valentine is very strict on the usage of money, and I'm pretty sure he'll give me five-thousand dollars, more or less. Maybe he'll give you more money, you are his daughter after all, a small voice said. I doubt it, after all, when did he ever treat you differently than other AIT's, a bigger voice said. I shook my head to prevent myself from arguing with myself.

I scanned myself once more, then walked out to the hall to go meet with Valentine for my request.

"May I receive some money in order for me to buy some decent clothing and to pay rent?"

Valentine looked up at me, peeling his eyes away from his paperwork to face me.

"You do know that I do not take matters such as money very lightly, am I correct?" Valentine asked. I nodded. "Then you shall receive four-thousand-five-hundred dollars, but that is the limit." I nodded again. Valentine sighed, then waved his hand, signaling that I could go. So I left.

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