A/N: I do not own the Mortal Instruments characters they belong to the beautiful Cassandra Clare but the idea and houses belong to me

Clary:

"Clary!"

I woke up and hit my head against something soft and hard and heard the grunt of my brothers Jonathan. I watched as he sat on my bed and rubbed his head where mine had hit his.

"Thank you for hitting me on the head." He said.

"Well, you should know better than to stand over me when you wake me up, and why did you?"

"It's the first day of school and I came in here to tell you I was leaving in twenty-five minutes for school. Oh and mom said she wanted to give you something from Dad."

"Alright, get out so I can get ready and get downstairs to eat Olga's delicious omelets."

"I can't argue with you there, hurry up or I'll leave you to walk."

As he was exiting through the door I threw my pillow at him and heard him chuckling in the hallway. I got out of the bed and went into my bathroom to take a quick shower and brush my teeth. I came out wearing one of the fluffy towels and grabbed my makeup bag and went back into the bathroom. I put on some foundation, a light layer of mascara and some eye shadow to accentuate my green eyes. I left the bathroom and put on my cream shirt along with my paint-splatterd denim shorts with my brown ankle boots. I left the room with my school bag and headed towards the kitchen. Since my dad was a multi-billionaire who owned just about every hotel and casino in the country we lived in California close to his office. We lived in a big house that had seven rooms with their own full bathrooms, an outdoor and indoor pool, a stable outback for our horses, a den where Jonathon and I would hang out with our friends Simon and Isabelle and a gymnasium stocked with exercise equipment for Jonathon and a little tumbling section for me. We had our own personal chef that was like family to us.

I went into the kitchen and sat down on the stool just as Olga slid my omelet on my plate. I was eating it and moaning when I heard a snort and turned to see my mom watching me eat, looking like she came from a photo shoot, which she was probably going to today.

"If you are laughing at me because of my moans I am going to tell you that you are just jealous because you don't have anything as delicious as this in your stomach." I said eating around my forkful.

"Well, I will just have to take your word for it and give you this from your father" she handed me a plastic credit card "This is from both your father and I because we figured we could trust you with this."

"Thank you mom and I will be sure to thank dad as well when I come home."

I heard someone coming down the stairs and saw Johnathon come towards me and eat some of my omelet. I made a protesting noise and he just shrugged his shoulder and waved at me to follow him. I told mom and Olga goodbye and followed him outside to where his silver Maserati waited. I slid into the front seat and he sat in the drivers' seat and pulled out of the driveway and past the gates.

"Now, Clary, I know you hate it when we start at a new school where everyone knows our last name and all, but try not to hide from everyone and let your inner Claryness shine for everyone to see."

"Oh shut up, I do not hate it, I just don't like it when everyone stares at us is all. And besides there will be people at school that we actually know like Isabelle and Simon so I'll be fine."

"Well, it's time to find out whether you'll like it here or not."

Johnathon had pulled up to the school and parked in front. He got out of the car and was starting towards the school when he turned and found me still in the car just staring ahead. He came back, opened the door and pulled me from the car and forced me to walk next to him.

"Okay, let's do this."

A/N: Okay so what did you think? This is my first Fanfiction so please review what you think and please review your honest opinion even if they are mean. And I notice that some of the characters seem OOC but this Is how I pictured it. So please review!