Hi guys!

Before I begin my rant, please know that you are free to submit chapter ideas. I know how I want it to end, but the middle is up in thin air and I write it out how I feel it should be in the moment. I tried to plan it out, and that just didn't work out.

Okay just a few quick things before the chapter that I want to tell you about.

-First, I'm back at school now. *dramatic sigh* Updating will be a little more sporadic. I'm going to try to get at least one chapter up a week.

-Second, I don't know how long I'm going to make this story, it depends on when my ideas have run dry and all there is left to do is complete it. I'm thinking around 20 chapters.

-Thirdly, thanks to all my fabulous reviewers! You guys are so awesome and I thank you for taking the time to tell me what you think.

Phew… now that that's out of the way… the new chapter!

Sitting on Clary's doorstep, Simon took in his surroundings. On a day before all of this madness, things would have felt more regular. He would meet Clary at his house, not on her doorstep. He would be frequently pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Simon would have also been wearing a frayed band tee and washed out jeans.

But that Simon no longer existed. Present-day Simon wore plain shirts, jackets and converse on Isabelle's request of course. She had said to make use to his hotness. Since he wasn't a crazy style fanatic, he preferred to go simple.

Simon hand went to his forehead, automatically brushing his mark. The mark that Clary gave him. Clary. He wondered how he had succumbed to lying and pretending about the life his best friend every day. He felt guilty and ashamed. How could someone think that this would make things better?

He hoped that Clary remembered. He really wanted to be able to ask her question about Isabelle so that he didn't screw up giving gifts and he wanted to see her happy with her life. This wasn't her life. This was like the Truman show. Everyone's always happy-go-lucky and all of them are lying to her face all the time.

We're all just pawns.

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Jace was slouched in his desk chair, listening to the history teacher recite the chapter they would be working on next. Why did Mundie history have to be so boring? He surveyed his new classroom, eyeing it as though it burn to the ground if that mean he never had to come back to this dreaded place.

Originally, the student coordinator had place him in a regulars class, which had offended him greatly. Perhaps it was because he looked like a jock? Needless to say, after the teacher saw how easily Jace was passing his class, he moved Jace to IB World History, where he was hoping to find more entertainment.

And boy did he find entertainment. As it turned out, Clary was in the class. The Clave will probably have a fit over this. Jace chuckled quietly to himself. It wasn't like they could just switch him out now. He had arrived early in hopes of finding a seat in the back, only to discover that the chairs where arranged in a semicircle, preventing anyone from going unnoticed.

After finally locating a seat near the middle of the semicircle, students began filing in. The teacher followed and then the bell rang signaling the beginning of class. This is where we last left off.

"Each of the students will be paired up with someone to work on your historical recounts of the Cold War," said the teacher, Mr. Harvey. The students began quickly picking up there belongings to find there friends when Mr. Harvey raised his hand, signaling them to stop their movement. "I have assigned pairs." At this, everyone groaned, mostly because having to work with other people could sometimes simply be dreadful.

"When I call your name and your partner's name, please come up to my desk to get the rubric. You may then feel free to go wherever you would like to work for the rest of the period. I will be expecting the first draft in two days!"

"First pair, Jaylnn and Robert…"

Jace zoned out, wondering how he had ever gotten stuck coming to this stupid Mundie school! He was the best Shadowhunter of his age and yet here was being controlled by some pot-bellied, middle-aged man with barely any hair simply because the Clave wanted to control everything. Twisted bastards.

"Finally, Jace and Clary. Please come up to my desk for your materials."

Oh no. Please God no. This couldn't be happening. This was going to screw up everything. The Clave was going to be furious. Damn. Slowly, he rose from his chair ad cautiously made his way other to the teacher's desk meeting Clary in the middle. She looked up at him as though he were a puzzle that needed solving. Together, they approached the Mr. Harvey's desk.

"Here is your rubric and two textbooks. Would you like a pass for the library?" asked Mr. Harvey.

Before Jace could even answer, Clary replied, "Yes, please. It can get very loud in here." Loud was an understatement. The students were chatting loudly and it seemed as though none of them were going to leave the classroom. He walked towards his desk gathered his things and waited for Clary by the door.

When she approached him, taking a deep breath she said, "Hi, Jace. I was thinking that maybe we should see how much we could get done today at the library. If we don't finish the first draft, maybe you could come over to my apartment today and we can work on it some more together, okay?"

He almost died on the spot.

Cliff hanger! Woot! Woot! Okay so this was an okay chapter, not my best work but I wanted to get something up for you guys. Chapter 6 should be up by Thursday or Friday.

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