So… Hi guys. SShinyEspeonn here with another chapter. And I am so super-duper sorry for not updating for the past I don't even know.

But, as you can see… I am no good at updating at a consistent schedule. I always tell myself that I would write another chapter the next day, but then when that day comes, I cancel it. I know that I'm a huge procrastinator.

HOWEVER! I have excuses. I had homework to do and tests to study for, and the computer monitor was not working for a few days.

However, I am still sorry for not updating any sooner.

Sorry for all spelling and grammar mistakes in this and future chapters.

DISCLAIMER: The characters in The Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare only, though there may be some new characters I make up. Those characters I create will be listed at the end if they appear in this chapter.

Sorry for the long Author's Note, but without further ado, enjoy the fourth chapter of Agent in High School.

Clary POV:

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

The alarm clock blared in my ears, waking me up affectively. The damn alarm clock always did its job. I wish it broke so I'd have an excuse to sleep a little more.

Getting up, I was ready to face another Sunday of mad training, then realized that I didn't have to, I just needed to pack up! The thought saddened me and made me giddy at the same time.

I would finally feel a little more independent, living on my own. But I would also miss everybody.

Sighing, I grabbed the suitcases and set them on my desk. I dragged the shopping bags over to my desk and opened my wardrobe.

First, I changed my clothes from my purple pajamas to black skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a black sweater.

Then, I went back and forth grabbing everything from my wardrobe and stuffed them in one suitcase. Luckily, I didn't have much clothes, meaning I wouldn't have a ton of suitcases, and I wouldn't have to abandon some of my prized black clothes. I also stuffed another suitcase with the clothes I bought from the mall, and then took out a backpack. Here, I placed a photo of my family: Mom, Jon, Father, and I sitting around a table, laughing, doing normal family stuff. That was years ago. I also placed my phone, trusty black ATI FX45, a pocketknife, some ammo, my money, my ID card, the black folder, and my spy gear.

In about five minutes, I was leaving for the airport, and I wanted to say my last goodbyes.

So I went to my father's office first.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in," a sharp voice said.

I opened the door slowly and let myself in. Father was staring at me.

"Why are you here? You are supposed to be departing here in four minutes." Always as strict as ever.

"I wanted to say my goodbyes to you, father."

"Is that all?"

"Yes," I said, nervously. Then, daringly, I made my move and went around Father's desk and hugged him. Father stiffened, then pushed me away.

"Clarissa, you know that there is supposed to be no affection at all between our staff and the AITs, no matter what."

I glared at him. I should have known he wouldn't have shown me any affection, not even a small smile. I stomped out of his office without him dismissing me. I missed Mom, her warm smile, encouragement, affection. She loved me and Jon. Father was more jovial back then. But those days are over.

I went to Jon's room next. 2-13.

"Knock, knock, knock."

I heard footsteps, and then the door opened. Jon looked at the hallway wearily, then realized it was me. His tired expression lighted up, and he smiled.

"Clary, nice to see you! Come on in, it's been too long."

Smiling, I was happy my brother was still same old Jon.

I walked in his room, which was similar to mine, except everything was metallic colored.

"So, what's popping, little sis?"

"Oh, I'm just on my first mission, far away from here, LA. I'm going to Brooklyn, NY. In about three minutes."

My brother gasped, then feigned hurt.

"So you're leaving me here to deal with Father alone? I thought we promised to stick together forever. My little Clary is changing."

Annoyed, I hit my brother in the shoulder.

"Ow… You're mean."

"And you still love me," I said, in a sweet voice.

"You got that right," Jon retorted, rolling his eyes.

I batted my eyelashes a lot just to annoy him. He bonked me on my head.

"Bye Clary, I think it's time for you to go."

Looking at my watch, I gasped. Only one minute.

Bumping into the AITs, I ran towards my room and grabbed my suitcases and backpack.

I found myself in front of a taxi, holding up ten bucks. Looking behind my back to see a glimpse of the Institute, I climbed inside and told the driver to drive me to the Los Angeles International Airport. Looking back, I wiped a tear away that escaped my eyes. Goodbye home, I won't be seeing you in a while.

So how'd you like it? No OC's yet. And if you're wondering what the hell an ATI FX45 is, it's a hand gun. Review please, I would love to know you're opinions on this story now. PEACE!