This is my first story and I hope you like it so far. If there is a problem with the language/grammar, please inform. English is my third language so you all understand if it's missing some writing laws..

*The Characters of the mortal instruments are owned by Cassandra Clare. The idea of this story is owned by me.*

Chapter 1

Kindergarten

The new kindergarten was huge, at least that was what Clarissa Morgenstern was thinking as she walked in to her new kindergarten in New York City. She was holding her mother and fathers hand, shy of the gazes she got from everyone. Her new teacher, Miss Gray, had greeted them by the entrance and led them to her new playroom. As the door opened up she saw all the children stop from doing what they did and stare at the new girl with fiery, untamed red hair. She hid behind her parents.

"Children, this is Clarissa Morgenstern and she is new here. Make her feel comfortable and take good care of her", Miss Gray said and looked a bit lost when she didn't see Clarissa.

"Mommy, I don't want to be here", she whispered to her mother Jocelyn.

"Darling, don't worry. It will be fine, look how everyone smiles at you", Jocelyn answered and pushed Clarissa in to the playroom.

At first Clarissa didn't know what to do, but when she turned back to her mother and father, they were gone. She felt lonely, her parents had left her and she knew that was the best thing they could do or else she would never let them go. They had already had that discussion the day before. Miss Gray went to a group of children who had been playing with water and left Clarissa alone by the door.

Clarissa looked around in the room and nobody dared to approach to the new girl, instead they kept on doing what they did before they stopped. Clarissa felt lonely, she saw a painting station in the corner that was empty and she slowly went there to take a seat and began drawing. She was in her own world where she felt safe from the new environment when someone sat beside the seat next to her.

Clarissa looked up and saw a boy with blonde, golden curly hair and eyes just as golden, he looked like one of those angels in her mothers artwork. She was curious who this boy was and why he dared to sit right next to her. Clarissa was always the shy girl and she was shy that this little boy sat there. She watched him carefully while he took a piece of paper and colors, not saying anything to her. When she turned back to her own painting he looked at her.

"I like turtles", the boy said, "do you like turtles?"

"Yeah, turtles are cool", Clarissa answered and smiled to the boy who talked to her.

"Cool, you are my best friend now", he said and began to draw in silence with her.

That came as a shock for her. Suddenly she had a new friend, a best friend, without uttering more than four words. Clarissa was happy, she had found a new friend at her first day of kindergarten, and she felt safe that she wouldn't be lonely anymore. She smiled.

"I'm Jace", the little boy said, smiling with his teeth.

"I'm Clarissa", Clarissa said, smiling too.

"Clarissa is to long, I'll call you Clary. That's cool", Jace said and focused on his drawing again.

He was drawing two turtles, or it was his attempt to draw turtles but it looked more like blur in different shades of green. He then wrote "Clary" and "Jace" with arrows pointing to the two turtles.

That was the first time she met Jace Wayland, her best friend.

.o.O.o.

Elementary school – year 2

"Jaaaaaace", Clary screamed while running from the playground, "help me."

Jace was nowhere to be found and then Clary's foot hit a branch and fell on her knees. Pain shot through her whole body as she tried to stand up, but failed. The two boys she was running from were suddenly behind her and started to pull her hair and throwing dirt.

"Your hair is ugly", said Matthew and pulled her hair back.

"Yeah, red like your face and ugly like you", the other brown-haired boy said, Paul and throwing dirt on her hair.

"Leave me alone, I didn't do anything to you guys", Clary cried and tears began streaming from her eyes; she hated crying in front of people.

"Are you going to cry? Buhu, little red head is going to cry and there is nothing she can do about it", Matthew said and pulled her hair again.

Matthew and Paul were always on Clary's back, having trouble with her without any reason. Since elementary school began the two boys had been chasing Clary and teasing her for her hair. Clary never understood why and whenever Jace wasn't close they hurt her. She wished Jace were there because she knew he would protect her from people that tried to hurt her.

"Let go of her", a voice yelled behind them. Clary knew who it was, she could tell the voice of her best friend anywhere, even in a room full of talking people.

"Or else..?", Paul grinned and turned his head to face the boy with gold hair.

"You'll regret it, now let her go or I'll tell Miss Kingston what you are doing", Jace said and took a step closer, ready for a fight if he really had to.

"You wouldn't, Jace. Why are you even protecting her?", Paul said angrily.

"Because she's my best friend and you are stupid", Jace answered.

"We'll let go for this time, but this ain't over…", Matthew said.

The two boys let go and muttered something under their breath while walking away. Nobody wanted to have trouble with Miss Kingston, she might look nice but when she was angry her eyes could kill. Jace never used violence, however he had a sharp tongue that could get him out of trouble anytime.

"Jace!", Clary whispered and hugged Jace, "I was so afraid they would hurt me."

"Don't worry, it's over for now. I'll tell Miss Kingston about it", Jace said calmly.

They stood there for a while, Clary crying and Jace comforting her while stroking her red hair.