A/N: Hey All!

So new story, I just can't help myself, this idea has been in my head for a while and I had to get it started!

So I love TMI and have read alot of amazing fanfics on them and have a few more ideas for some of my own.

But you've read the summary now read the story (:

Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments is owned by Cassandra Clare and I do not claim to be her, the only thing I own is the plot and characters I myself create.

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Clarissa—Clary—Fray was getting ready for her first day at her first teaching job at Alicante high School in the city of Idris. She was bursting with excitement and nervousness. She would be taking classes from all four grades for one of the major subjects, English. It worried Clary that she would fail and in turn so would the children in her class, but she decided not to dwell on that fact.

She looked in the floor length mirror to see if she looked like an acceptable member of teaching staff. She looked at her black pencil skirt that cut off at the knee, her white button up blouse and her black blazer. Her fiery red hair, with its unruly curls, was put up into a ponytail, after being flat ironed straight as much as it could. She wore little make-up since she only had a few freckles left from her adolescence and her chest had filled out to a d-cup and she was content with that, though for 24 she was still pretty short and got carded all the time. Her black stilettos added a little height, but she knew alot of the older students would still be taller than her.

"Ready for your first day Miss Fray," Clary's best friend since they were five years old asked, popping his head through her bedroom door. Simon Lewis and Clary Fray had always been best friends, since the sandpit and now they were off to their first teaching jobs together. They also were flat mates, each paying their share of the rent.

"Just need to get my bag Mr Lewis," Clary smirked, unlike her Simon taught Biology. It was so strange that they had everything in common, including teaching!

Clary grabbed her handbag that contained her phone, make-up, wallet and some spare pens and her briefcase with her lesson plans and headed to the garage beneath the apartment building where Simon was waiting for her, Coffee and croissant in hand. Clary put her briefcase in the back seat as her handbag would sit with her and took the Coffee and pastry product off Simon.

"What would I do without you?" She asked rhetorically, climbing into the passenger side and placing her Coffee in the cup holder and her bag on the floor beneath her feet while fastening her seatbelt and taking a bite from her breakfast.

"I shudder at the thought," Simon responded, actually shivering before starting the car and pulling out of the garage nicely. It was a 25-30 minute drive to the school—depending on traffic—and the two best friends made sure they timed themselves before leaving so they would reach the school an hour before the first lesson. It was 7:38 when they stopped at their first traffic lights, making excellent time. Clary sipped from her Coffee, giving her the wake up buzz she needed.

"So excited about teaching?" Simon asked and Clary heard the nervous edge to his voice.

"A little nervous, I mean I have 10th graders first, and I remember what that was like," Simon nodded his head in agreement.

"Well I have 11th graders and you know how much I love them,"

"Simon it's been six years since we were high school students maybe things have changed?" Clary knew that Simon wanted to teach and he was nervous, like her, about screwing up.

"Boy that doesn't make me feel old at all," Simon's statement was heavy on sarcasm.

Clary rolled her eyes. "Twenty-four is not old Simon, I mean it could be worse, we could be twenty-five," Clary grinned at him and he smirked back at her.

"Very funny Fray," He rolled his eyes, still managing to concentrate on the road.

"Simon, I'm sure they'll love you, so don't get too worked up about it." Clary rubbed his arm comfortingly, sat back and finished her breakfast as the two friends arrived at the school, not knowing how this was going to change their lives.

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Clary walked into her classroom at precisely 8:55 a.m. five minutes before lessons commenced and she would teach her first class.

She had her lesson plan out and her roll ready to mark the absences and presents of her class. She was going to start with something easy, that kept in the topic pop culture. She had a movie ready, notes the class could take and a novel to read but today for all of her classes she was going to be welcoming and not floor them with immense amounts of work.

When the screech of the bell went Clary's palms began to sweat, she was nervous as hell about her first day and she wanted this first lesson to go well before her next one during third period where she would teach the new 9th graders then fourth she had 12th graders then lunch and lastly 11th graders, which she had last period but luckily for her Simon also had a class last so he wouldn't be waiting around for her for an hour while she finished up.

Her class came in, some giving her incredulous looks some of the male students doing a double take and the girls admiring her ensemble and all around appearance.

Clary smiled warmly and welcomingly at her first ever class. "Hey guy's I'm your new English teacher for this year and a new teacher at this school, my name is Miss Fray and I hope we have a great year," some smiled back, others looked startled at her kindness and then there were the ones who were waiting for the explosion of work and homework.

"First off I'll mark the roll and then we'll discuss your curriculum this semester and then I'll tell you a little about my teaching techniques, preferences and all that jazz, so roll first." Clary walked behind her desk, sitting on the black leather office chair and marking the roll on notebook, she made a mental note to add all her rolls to her laptop that night.

Luckily for her, Alicante high was not the fullest school in Idris, probably because there were a wide variety of schools ranging from private to public, Christian to Catholic, boys to girls to co-ed all within bus, train, driving or walking distance. In this class there were only 15 kids.

After calling roll call she assessed that all 15 kids were here for her first lesson. Good!

"Okay, on your curriculum which I know you don't want to talk about but I won't be boring you with technicalities or big words you don't know, I'll just state the important points which is basically the topic and the meaning of that topic and then I'll let you know what I expect from you, homework and schoolwork wise, sound good?" She saw a lot of smiles and enthusiastic nods. Clearly this didn't happen often.

"So first topic is pop culture, and we will be studying a popular—or at least I hope it's popular—movie and then a book and discuss aspects of pop culture okay?" More nods. "The next topic for this semester is—please don't hate me for it I don't choose the topics you learn—poetry and I will try to make it bearable, I remember hating doing poetry in English too," they smiled, appreciating her gesture. "Then next semester is Shakespeare and we will pick the play so there will be a class vote and the last topic for the year is creative writing, which may not sound like a topic but who cares it's better to use your imagination than copying thousands of notes from the board right?" They laughed a little, liking her already.

"Which brings me to my teaching; I'm not one to write notes, but I will though there won't be a lot, compared too, I'm sure, other classes. Homework, I do give out homework, not every day but expect some at various times. Class work, I expect you to put in 100% effort, the work isn't hard and I'm here to help and yes once I'm done explaining and what not you are free to talk silently and only if you keep working, if I see you not working you can say goodbye to the nice Miss Fray, okay?" They nodded. "Now since it's the first day back I have nothing prepared for today so you can talk amongst your selves." Clary sat back on her chair and began drawing, one of her other passions, she would have loved to become an art teacher but she didn't like drawing unless it was too herself and no one would see.

As her class eased into whispers she was quite pleased. They don't hate me! Was what she thought as she began drawing the image of a golden angel, one that was in her dream last night and the night before and every night for the last month.

"Excuse me Miss?" One of the kids—George she thought his name was, asked her.

"Yes," She answered kindly.

"Is it true there is an all school assembly today?" The other kids groaned but clearly wanted the questioned answered.

"Yes, it will be during fifth and sixth period and then home time as normal,"

"What is it about?" George asked.

"I believe it's to find out who the school leaders for the year will be, you know boy and girl captains and vice captains and the head of your student representative council." Clary explained.

"Do we have to go?" Ah, she knew this one was coming.

Clary let out a laugh. "If I have to go so do you, besides I think some people are singing like a band that is made up of other students or something..." Clary trailed off in thought.

"Ugh!" One of the girls yelled causing Clary to look at her. "It's not Aline's band the 'pinketters' is it?" Clary could tell the girl was hoping for a no.

"I'm sorry I don't know," Clary was wondering what the frig a 'pinketter' was.

"It is," another girl spoke up. "Aline is my sister and sadly it's true." Everyone groaned and then the bell went.

"Okay guys, work starts tomorrow and if you think you are coming in here to slack off, think again." Clary told her class as they filed out. She had a free now so she went back to her drawing of the golden angel.

Not before long she received a distress text from Simon.

'I have to teach Sex Ed to twelfth graders!! Save me!'

Clary laughed before replying.

'Sure, what do you need, I have a free now so I can lend you a hand, but it's gonna cost ya =D'

It wasn't long before Simon replied.

'Whatever it is I'll do it! Now get down here, I'm in lab 2'

'On my way,'

With that last message Clary headed in the direction of the lab, she had been there before since Simon and her took a tour of the school yesterday. Luckily her room—room 10—was not that far from the lab, only a quick walk across the court yard and down some stairs and presto! There you are.

Clary arrived at the door, not knowing if she should knock or not, she choose the former and curled her hand into a fist placing two hard knocks on the door. While waiting she wondered why Simon needed help, I mean neither of them were virgins, she had caught doing the walk of shame a few times, maybe it was nerves for his first lesson about sex, or maybe it was the class. Clary hoped it wasn't the class, seeing as she just got herself involved.

Simon opened the door looking relieved and stepped aside to let Clary in. The lab was colourful and well decorated with life cycle poster, animal pictures and models of whatever experiment it was. Clary turned and saw on the board the words—in giant white letters—'SEX' She looked at Simon and shook her head, then registering the fact that the class was silent since she entered she turned towards the senior students, there were only about 6 in this class, small school small classes, others would be elsewhere.

Clary eyes swept the room, not registering anyone right now and she introduced herself.

"Hello all, I'm Miss Fray and I will be assisting Mr Lewis today on the topic of Sex, first off anyone have questions regarding this topic?"

One hand immediately flew up and Miss Fray's eyes landed on the boy from her dreams. The golden angel, here in the flesh a STUDENT!

Aw, Shit!

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