Jocelyn Fray just transferred her daughter, Clary Fray to Raziel High School, a school for delinquents, because she painted on a school wall. Now Jocelyn expects a clean slate and a new life for her daughter, but little does she know that transferring her to that school would only cause her more trouble.

Disclaimer: Characters from the Mortal Instruments are not by me but by the magnificent Cassandra Clare. The plot is, however, conjured up from the deepest, darkest, depths of my imagination. Enjoy, my loves. ;)

I grudgingly dragged my suitcase along as I got out of my mother's car. My mother, Jocelyn Fray, got out the car after me, trying to let me talk to her.

"Clary, darling…" she started.

I proceeded in counting my bags, ignoring my mother. I was still angry at her for agreeing with the nuns to send me to this no-good-of-a-school. It was for bloody delinquents! You see, the school I went to before transferring was a religious school, and just because I painted the school wall, they decided I have had gone over to the 'bad side' and suggested to my mother that she should send me to a school for delinquents so that I can return to the 'real' Clary who didn't disobey school rules.

My mom was an artist, and I got my creativity and artistic skills from her. My Dad died during a fire when I was still in my mother's womb, so I have been pretty much Dad-less since birth.

So when the nuns told my mother to let me transfer, I expected her to fight, fight, and fight for me. And I know she did, I just can't help blaming her even though it makes me feel like crap afterwards.

So now I am here, in a new school, I bet a new life too. "It's okay, Mom. I fully understand. I'm fine now." I finally said to her.

She looked at me and then hugged me tightly, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to send you here but I really didn't have a choice. I want what's best for you, sweetie." She said it all quickly, afraid I might interject. I hugged her back. I'll miss her, since I will be sleeping in dorms. Ugh, dorms. I wonder who my dorm mate will be. And at that thought, I suddenly became very nervous.

Raziel High School was the nearest and only school for delinquents here in Brooklyn. It is also, the most well-known school, where the most deviant kids study in. I don't even know why they still bother to study at all.

My mom smiled at me, and wiped her eyes. "I'm going to really miss you, sweetheart." She hugged me one last time. I hugged back and replied, "I'm going to miss you too, Mom."

I watched the back of the retreating figure of the car as my Mom drove off for work. I faced the façade of the school and looked at it intently.

The school was old. Like, really old. The walls were grey and cracked, and moss began growing all over. Geez, I wonder if they plan on renovating this place. This must have been built in like, the 18th century, I thought to myself. I sighed. Staring at the place won't do me any good except make me more nervous.

I started picking up my things and trudged towards the main entrance.

The inside was just as I expected. Dirty, old and grey. I apparently arrived during school time, or learning hours yet a lot of students were out and about the place, apparently not caring if they failed classes or not.

I started searching for the principal's office, and that was when someone bumped into me all of a sudden. He had golden hair and eyes, and he was beautiful. I inhaled sharply, shocked by the sudden impact and by the unfathomable beauty of this creature. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit, but seriously, he was hot.

I went sprawling to the ground, and he too, was appalled. He stood there looking and blinking at me for several, agonizing minutes before it registered in his brain that he hit me and that I was helplessly on the floor. Upon realizing, he swiftly took my hand and helped me up.

"Forgive me, madam, for running into you like that." He smiled sweetly at me. Before I could even reply, he started talking again, "I don't think I have ever seen you before. Because if I did, I think I would remember seeing such a beautiful face around here." This time, he winked at me.

I could feel the blood creeping to my cheeks. Great, I was blushing. Hopefully, due to the dimness of the room, he didn't see it. I tried to act as natural and as indifferent as I could, and replied, "Sorry, but I can't be fooled by sweet talkers like you." I smiled up at him. "Clary Fray," I said as I thrust my hand towards him for a handshake.

"Aha, a smart one I see." He looked at me, and if I'm not mistaken, he looked a bit impressed. He shook my hand as he said, "Hotschaft Von Hugenstein. Pleased to meet you, Clary Fray." He grinned.

I looked at him incredulously. Seriously? Hotscha Von whatnow? I started to laugh at the thought of his name, IF it was really his name. He looked at me strangely and feigned hurt while putting his hand to his chest. "Why, do you find my name amusing?" he said. I just shook my head and replied, "Not at all, Mr. Hotschaft." I said grinning at him.

"Oh, did you happen to be going somewhere before I happened to bump into you?" He asked me, which made me remember my mission to find the principal's office.

"Well, yes. I was looking for the principal's office. Do you know where that is?" I replied. His reply made me sigh with relief, "Of course," he said and he took a few of my baggage and led the way.

Few seconds later, we later arrived at a wooden door that had a plaque where the words "Principal's Office" were engraved. Hotscha—Whatever his name is, opened the door for me and I smiled at him. I mouthed "Thank you" at him.

The principal didn't look up from the paperwork she was facing. I sent a silent prayer to God for things to go well and cleared my throat. "Good morning, Mrs. Herondale." I said, and she lifted her head to look at me and adjusted her glasses.

"Ahh, you must be Ms. Fray." She said as she stood up, her chair making a scraping noise. "So pleased to have you here at Raziel High." She offered to shake my hand and I did. She didn't notice my blonde friend until after he put the baggage he was holding down.

Mrs. Herondale was a bit surprised and she blinked at him for a few seconds. "Imogen," he nodded at her in greeting. The headmaster seemed unfazed by the fact that a student just called her by her first name and this amazed me, a bit. "Wayland," she nodded back.

"Wait, what?" I interjected, and then covered my mouth, a bit ashamed. "Sorry, headmaster." I said timidly. Hotschaft, or Wayland, or whatever his name is was laughing now, a glint of mischief in his eyes and I leered at him.

"Apology accepted, Ms. Fray. But you do seem confused, may I know why? What sort of trickery has he done now?" the headmaster said.

"Well, he told me that his name was Hotschaft Von Hugenstein." I said, exasperated. And at that, the headmaster smiled a bit.

"Up to his old tricks again, I see?" Mrs. Herondale said to herself. She faced me and said, "Dear child, meet Mr. Jace Wayland." The realization of being fooled the whole time slowly sank in, so I just stood there looking at Jace, not knowing whether I should smack him in the face or laugh.

Jace grinned at me and shrugged his muscled shoulders, "What can I say? Old habits are hard to kill." And with a salute, he sprinted off leaving me and the headmaster staring at his retreating figure. Bastard.