Sorry for the really long break…

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Disclaimer: I AM CASSANDRA CLARE, but you already know I'm lying cause this is a disclaimerL

Dear Diary,

The room is so white, the walls themselves causing my creativeness to get ahead of me. Isabelle could have brought me to a wood paneled room like the ones we passed, but instead she put me in this room surrounded me with white canvases. I guess I can't blame her though, she doesn't understand what my creative urges can get to me to do. If I'm going to be staying here a while, all this white is going to be the first of my many problems.

~Clary

The drawer in the nightstand proved useful as Clary emptied out a few pencils, erasers and colored paints. At first she thought it odd to be in a room which such materials, but the irony seemed to drift past her as she stared at the blank walls that surrounded her.

Minutes went by, and no one disturbed Clary, the girl being allowed to sit within the room, drawing across the walls like they were a giant sketch pad.

" Clary, Hodge just wanted me to tell you…" started Isabelle, but she stopped talking as she stepped into the room. Clary had only used a pencil so far, but Isabelle could already see her face staring back at her from the wall. The accuracy was astounding, her long hair in ropes and her beautiful eyes. Clary had also drawn her in what looked like a tight fitting suit or gear. Isabelle's head began to spin as she saw Clary finish the drawing with runes around her wrist and finally her necklace. Clary turned self-consciously to see Isabelle watching her in awe.

" Clary… this is amazing!" she said walking up and touching the drawing of herself. The details were astounding in just pencil and Isabelle almost expected to feel hair under her fingers as she traced her tresses.

" Thanks" muttered Clary as she brushed her hands on the jeans Isabelle had given her.

" Isabelle? How long does it going to take you to get Clary?" yelled a voice in frustration and Isabelle turned to see Alec coming up the hall.

" Come here, Alec… you have to see me." Alec walked into the room and Clary saw him visibly roll his eyes.

" I see you everyday Izzy" he said and then stopped as he saw the drawing.

" Wow…" was all Alec could muster, his eyes going from the drawing to his sister and then back again to the drawing. It wasn't the beauty of his sister that was drawing his attention, but the preciseness of how Clary drew her. She drew her as though she'd known her for ages.

" I could draw you as well Alec" said Clary smiling and Alec shrugged walking over to Clary's bed. Clary studied Alec, the way he smiled with the corners of his mouth, how his dark hair cascaded into his eyes and then he automatically swiped the lose ends away with his hand. His movements were almost girly and Clary smiled as she began to draw him onto the wall.

" Studying Alec is going to get you nowhere" said a voice from the doorway and she turned to see Jace leaning against the frame. She urged to draw him as well, but ignored his comment and continued drawing Alec. She continued applying layers of lines like she did on Isabelle's hair and slowly created Alec's inky black locks. It was beautiful to look at and Alec stuck out his hand just as his sister had done. She turned back to the doorway to see that Jace was gone. Clary couldn't help but notice the disappointment that washed over her and she sighed thinking of his face.

Dear Diary,

She is an amazing artist, her skills were obvious. I watched as she drew Alec, it was almost as though he was actually handsome. She's still made at me from before, but I guess I kind of deserve it. I can't wait to see her drawing of me!

~ Jace

Jace made sure to take the long way on his way back, making sure that he passed Clary's room. The door was open, so he peaked his head inside. The lighting was low, but he could still see the dim figures of Alec and Isabelle on the wall… Only Alec and Isabelle. She hadn't drawn him, almost seeming disappointed Jace continued down the hallway to meet the others in the kitchen.

There was a heated discussion going on in the kitchen between Alec, Isabelle, Hodge and… Clary. She seemed almost out of place sitting there at the big table. Hodge was sitting at the head of the table and seemed to be the one leading the discussion.

" You have no idea what happened to your mother?" he asked and Clary shook her head causing the others to look around nervously.

" No, I got a call and heard sounds of a struggle. My mom cried out to me, and then the call was disconnected."

" Do you have any other family that you could contact? A father perhaps?"

" My father died before I was born. But I'll try to call Luke" she replied coldly. The man didn't seem angry at her, but almost as though he believed her presence would be a problem. " Do you have a phone?" she asked turning to the man as she got up.

" It's through the door" Jace said from the doorway, and Clary nodded, brushing by the man as she walked away.

" Thanks" she said audibly as she began to dial Luke's number into the tiny phone. She prayed he'd understand. He didn't need to take her in, but she knew he had to understand, she'd known him forever.

" Luke?" she asked into the phone and the man's gruff voice responded sounding angry.

" Clarissa? Why are you calling me?"

" My mom disappeared last night Luke, I don't know where she went"

" You and your mother's problems are not my concern." he said and then added, " Are you alright though?"

" Yes" started Clary, but he never gave her the chance to elaborate.

" Fine, stay were you are. And don't call me with your problems anymore"

" Goodbye" whispered Clary and she shut the phone as tears threatened to fall down her face.

I kind of went brain-dead with this story for a while, but I'm pretty sure this will appease your needs. Please Review so that I can understand if I'm doing this right

Thanks ~ Mel