Hello people of Fanfiction! This is my new story that thought of and I hope you enjoy it.

Sorry this is one of those ideas I couldn't get out of my head. I will be updating The School of Skilled People hopefully soon if anybody was wondering.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own The Mortal Instruments. Although that will be cool... I only own the plot of this story and copy right is not appreciated.

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Chapter 1: Memories

Clary's POV

Airplanes suck. I hate it when they make my ears pop and when I feel like I'm about to fall right out of the sky. There aren't many perks, but I do know one. It's taking me to the place where I can finally start my little game. Raziel High.

o.O.o.O.o. Flashback Freshman Year at Raziel High School o.O.o.O.o.

I ran to the girls bathroom, spaghetti still splattered on top of my vibrant, red hair. Tears were starting to appear in my eyes. I hate my hair. I hate my shortness. I hate my skinny figure. And I especially hate Jace Herondale. He may be the biggest jerk in the world. No correction, he IS the biggest jerk in the world. I know I'm not popular; nerdy glasses, braces, and all that. But I just don't get why he doesn't like me. He doesn't even have to like me! He can at least try to be civil!

Thank god nobody's here. It would be even more embarrassing if they had to witness me crying my eyes out over some dick who 'accidentally' tripped and spilled the contents of his lunch tray all over me.

I gotta stop crying. I have to stay strong. I have to stay STRONG. My mantra repeated itself in my head like it had been for the last few years. I straightened myself up and walked towards the mirror. And like I expected, my eyes were red and puffy and spaghetti was still resting on top of my hair. Oh god, I can't go back to class looking like this! It would be like throwing myself into a pack of wolves! I picked out the horrid school's Italian disaster and tried clean myself up. When I got every last piece of noodle out of my hair, I pulled up my hoodie and walked towards the door. I kept my head low and tried to keep under the radar while I quickly went to my locker. The bell that signaled lunch over, had already rung and teenagers everywhere were hustling around trying to get to their lockers. Being short did not make my case any better than anyone else.

When I finally reached my locker, I hurriedly spun my code and opened the locker door thinking I would find the normal scenery of books. What I haven't thought that I'd be seeing was red. Red paint to be exact. My locker literally exploded towards me and splattered paint all over my face and clothes. I tried wiping the horrid stuff off myself, but I only succeeded in smudging it even further. I heard laughter around me rise and a few clicks of cameras going off. Before I knew what I was doing, I ran off towards the front door.

Once I put a sizable distance between me and that horrid school, I started to walk and before I knew it I had started crying. It just wasn't fair! Me, Clary Fray, has been bullied all her life for simply doing nothing! Why me? Why does it have to be me?!

My mom was right at the door when I got home, asking me questions and everything. I just stared at her, waiting for her to be quiet and once she did I simply just told her something I've been wanting to say for a while.

"Mom, I want to switch schools." I stared at her with pleading eyes. Finally I added, "Please." It barely rose from a whisper, though I knew that she had heard it. She smiled sadly, "Well today's your lucky day. Work offered me a job in California. We're expected to be on a fight there tomorrow." I couldn't help the smile that was starting to form on my face.

"What about Jon, is he staying here?" Jonathan, my older brother, moved out last year and is currently staying in an apartment close by. "Yes, Clary. Jonathan has to stay in New York. He has a job and everything here." I saddened a bit at that thought. I loved Jonathan a lot even if he was a bit overprotective. If he had known about all the trouble that was going on at my school, he probably would have torn Jace's head off. Not that I would have mind or anything... But the reason I didn't tell him is that if he did that, he wouldn't have stopped. Nobody can control an angry Jonathan and he would've gone around the town like Godzila, stomping on cars and wrecking havoc on everybody. That would have been hard to explain to the police...

An idea began to form in my head. Something that I can do to show the people at Raziel High that I wasn't just that nerd that got bullied and moved away the next day and was never seen again.

"Mom, how about this. Once I get into my senior year of high school, I come back here in New York, stay with Jon at his apartment, and go to school here." My mother thought about this for a quick second. "I guess you can do that if it's OK with Jonathan." she said. I nodded, eagerly.

I can show them. I can show that I can change, that they made a huge mistake in bullying me. I'll show them revenge for all those years of being pushed around, teased, and discouraged. Yes, I can do this. And, I will most definitely make Jace Herondale pay for all those years of my misery.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o End of Flashback o.O.o.O.o.O.o.

"Miss. Excuse me Miss. The plane has landed and everyone is already leaving." I smiled at the stewardess who had shook me wake from the memories of my past.

"Thank you. I was just spacing out a little." I gathered my things and walked out of the plane on my 6 inch heel stilettos. Oh, this is definitely going to be a good year.

I apologize for any mistake I made in this chapter. Note that this was not beta-ed.

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