Hello! This is my new Fanfic, on the Mortal Instruments. Hope you enjoy.

Songs for this chapter:

Thrift Shop - Macklemore

Iris - Goo Goo doll

Clary POV

This morning I choose a boring outfit, that no one will notice. That's me all over. No one notices. I'm happy in my quiet life, because I know that if people look to far into it problems will start. So I build walls around me that no one can penetrate. I wear leggings, with cord blue skirt over it. My shirt says Miami, 97 with a mustang car below. Nothing fancy. My red hair has been pulled into a tight pony tail that I know drains my face of any colour. I can't do anything to hide my greatest asset - my bright green eyes, except push them behind huge glasses.

Once I get in the car, my mother chatters non-stop to me about meaningless things. I know a daughter is meant to love her mother more than anything, but I know that she pushed my father out. When I was five my father left me and my brother after finding my worthless mother in bed with his best friend. She is now married to the best friend - Luke Garroway - and barely speaks to me and Jonathan. I can see that Jonathan is dissolving into drugs and alcohol and my mother wanting more money and fast cars. I think I'm the only one that just wants to live a normal life.

"…Clarissa? Are you listening to me?" She breaks my train of thought with a wave of her manicured hand.

"Yes, Jocelyn." I call her by her first name, knowing it will annoy her.

"Clary-"

"Got to go!" I yell, half way out of the car. It's only a minute until I get to school anyway.

Once inside the doors, I immediately catch a glimpse of the jocks. With their leather jackets on their backs, and plastic barbies next to them I feel as if I am beholding the next dictators of the world. Their girlfriends wear mini skirts and crop tops, all little Regina Georges in the making. The main jock is Alec Lightwood, who is notoriously gay. It's really weird, because he is surrounded by the biggest sluts of the year, but he's dating a guy who's in my Trig class. He's called Magnus Bane, otherwise known as the Glitter Monster and actually really nice. He never teases me, in fact every now and again he asks me how I'm doing.

Alec's left-hand man is called Jace Herondale. He is definitely straight. Every night there is a girl creeping out of his house - his huge, perfect for parties house - and every day there is a different girl hanging on his arm.

"Clary! Hey, how was your weekend?" My friend, well my only friend, Simon asked as he approached me.

"It was great. So different to the many other weekends I've had in my life." I said sarcastically.

"Oh. Well, I can see you're in a good mood so I'll take this unusual opportunity to ask you to if we can sit with a girl at lunch." He said this in such a rush I could barely understand it. His messy brown hair nearly fell to the rims of his glasses, so I brushed it away.

"Sweetie," I drawled "Slow down. What did you just try to say?"

He took a deep breath, and I could see him willing himself to do this. "There's this girl. I met her last week, at a chess club, and we uh...you know..."

"Got chatting?" I rolled my eyes. Why couldn't Simon just say he was dating someone? I'm not that much of a reclusive and it's not a crime!

"Yeah." He exhaled and eyes me nervously. By now we had got to the lockers, and I got my timetable out. "So….can we sit with her at lunch?"

"Sure, why not?" I grinned up at him, whilst gathering my books for English. We're studying Macbeth, which I hate.

"Great." He said, stunned. I don't know why is so surprised, I guess I'm just shocked that a girl wants to hang out with him. I love him and everything, but he's such a dork! Maybe the girl is a nerd, who loves Math and Physics.

"Let's go." We headed off to English, avoiding the gaggle of popular kids who would inevitably be late for class.

Jace POV

Wow. English is so boring it's unreal. Macbeth? I'm practically asleep. I've got Kaelie behind me, massaging my back and Aline in front stretching her arms, and showing off her long, tanned legs. Finally the teacher throws his textbook onto the desk, waking the majority of the class out of sleep.

"So, who can tell me what our impression of Macbeth is in the first two scenes?" Mr Starkweather asks. When no one puts their hand up, he picks on someone. "Miss Fray."

The girl blushes red, and I can see her struggle to form an answer. "Um, because the witches spoke about him in the first scene, we think he must be someone evil, but then the Captain said that he was brave and served the king well, so we don't know?" Wow, how the hell did she manage to listen to someone as boring as that? What a nerd. Most people are laughing behind their hands at her, so she sank into her chair.

"Correct." Mr Starkweather said. I looked at the girl and saw that she was a tiny creature, who had now pulled her hood up, and her cheeks were bright red. It looked comedic, as her hair was the same shade.

"Yes, very well done Clary." A man said. We all turned to look at the person who said it, and saw that a man was standing by the door. He had white hair, and dark brown eyes - almost black - that twinkled in the sunlight. The girl in question paled considerably and her little mouth popped open. He grinned, in a way that made me think he knew her. But from where? They didn't look very similar - anyone who saw Clary's mother could see the resemblance between them.

"Papa?" she squeaked out.

Dun Dun Dun….

I'm studying Macbeth in English, so I kinda know quite a lot about it. I love Clace, but I don't want them to get together too quickly. What do you think? I'm not sure where I'm going with this…But hey. I have a few ideas. The reviews I get…try not to be too critical, but I do want to hear what you think.

A little birdy tells me I might be able to update quickly for the next chapter….Fly away birdy...

Have a nice day, Elly xxx