So this idea kinda popped in my head. i hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Clary POV

The alarm wakes me up. It's 6:30. I groan and roll over, shielding my eyes. I close my eyes trying to go back to sleep, but it's no use. Besides I have work to do. But the covers are so warm and soft and comfortable. Ugh, I really should be going. Maybe 5 minutes to relax ? Time passes too quickly for my taste and my five minutes of rest are soon over. Oh well. I rub my eyes, forcing them open. Getting out of bed requires all my willpower and I sight thinking of everything that needs to be done. Better now that later when I'll be to exhausted to do anything.

The bathroom door creaks open as I push it and I try to wake myself up by splashing cold water on my face. It works because soon after I can finally think clearly. Staring at me is a woman, with long red curly hair and bright green eyes, she looks young but exhausted with bags under her eyes. Her freckles splatter her face like stars on a galaxy. It takes me a second to realize that the stranger staring back is me.

In five quick minutes I do my makeup, just a bit of concealer and mascara, with lip gloss to make me look naturally refreshed. I twist my hair in a messy bun with a few strands around my face. I look so young and I smile, thinking about all the comments I ever received on how time has spared my face.

I slowly walk downstairs, trying not to make any noises. Breakfast is always my favorite time of the day. I make some pancakes, and watch as they rise on the pan. Then I squeeze some orange juice and make some coffee and put the plates and cutlery on the table. Time to wake the little demon, I think a smile slowly spreading over my face. I walk back upstairs and push the door next to my bedroom open. In the dimness I can just make out the shape of his sleeping form. I open the curtains, letting the sunlight filter in the room and walk back to the bed.

" Hey Jason, time to wake up," I whisper as I kiss his soft cheek. I stare at him in wonder, stare at his little perfect nose, his pale skin and rosy cheeks, his long eyelashes fluttering in his sleep. His dark blonde hair is a perfect mess and he is curled on his side, his tiny hand gripping the edge of the covers.

" Wake up honey, it's time to get ready for school," I say again. His lips part and his eyes flutter open. I can see him sleepily staring at me.

"Good morning," I tell him. " Breakfast is ready and its waiting for you sleepyhead!"

He laughs at that and hugs me. "Good morning mom."

I take his hand and together we walk to the kitchen.

Jason's eyes widen at the sight of the pancakes and he runs to his seat, looking at the pile eagerly. I laugh and put a pancake in his plate, adding blueberries, whipped cream and syrup on it. " It's really good mom," he says. " You should become a profissunal baker." I smile at his sincere comment. " Maybe one day, but here on earth, we common folk say professional." He sticks out his tongue at me and goes back to eating. Oh, how much I love him.

After breakfast, I change into a girlfriend Jean and a white, paint splattered tee shirt. I put my leather sandals on and drop off Jason at his school.

Today I have work to do.

The drive is fifteen minutes long until I arrive at my boss' "office".It's a big building, very modern looking with big tinted windows. And it's all his house. I think he's very rich, not that he mentions it himself. I walk to the gate and press the doorbell. A second later at the interphone, a voice asks " Who is this?" I roll my eyes. " Clary, who else?" A pause, then: " I don't know maybe you're an alien that wants to eat my brain and pretend to be me." I roll my eyes again. " Okayyyy, I'm just going to get in and do my work, okay?"

A second later, the gate opens and I go back to my car to drive it in. The gates slowly close behind me. Just as I park my car, the front door opens and a man comes out. He's dressed in a colorful blue tee shirt, that sparkles in the sun, with a pink blazer over it. He's wearing yellow trousers and a red sneaker on the right foot and a green sneaker on the left. His hairs sticks up everywhere, glitters coating generously the dark strands.

"Hola Clary!" He grins and pulls me for a hug, his eyes flashing his cat-eye contacts. " How's my little biscuit?"

"I'm great thanks," I reply, smiling myself. Magnus Bane has been like an uncle to me and a great friend, he's helped me through dark times and I'm deeply grateful for it.

"How's the little angel?"

" Jason's good, he misses you," I look at him a little accusing.

" Hey you know how it is! Life gets in the way," he defends himself, hands raised. "But anyways, let's get inside."

We're around his kitchen table, drinking coffee.

"So how's it going with that new boyfriend of yours?" I ask. " Alex, right?"

"Alec," he corrects. The name rings a distant bell, but I shrug it off. "And yeah it's going great. I think he's the one," he whispers confidentially.

We talk a little bit and after a while, I ask all business like:

"So how's the gallery? Any buyers?" That's what I do for a living. I paint. And I like it, it's my favorite thing in the world! But being an artist is hard and money is tight, especially since there are not that many buyers out there.

Magnus sighs. "Not really, I tried to promote them, but no one is willing to pay for any galleries. I don't know why, it's like suddenly there's something more interesting than art. We only sold two paintings this months. I'll give you the cash in a sec." He gets up and starts looking through his drawer. I am shocked. My lips tremble and my eyes fill. What am I going to do? How am I going to take care of Jason? I want to burst into tears but I settle on putting my head in my hands.

Magnus comes back and hands me an envelope. "Here you go, 250 dollars."

My head snaps around. "That's it?" Magnus nods " Yeah, they wanted to pay less, but that's the most I could get. I'm sorry biscuit," he adds and puts his arms around me. "It's okay biscuit, we'll find something."

After a while I get up. "I'm going to look for a new job. You have connections, could you, I don't know, maybe find something for me and help me look?"

Magnus nods, "it's the least I can do."

Magnus had proposed so many times to give me money, he even offered me to live in his place with Jason but I always refused. Something about pride, I guess.

I run my hands through my hair and pace around. "I'll find something. For Jason."

My look of determination makes him smile. "You will. I have no doubt."

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