Hey guys this is my first fanfic. Well I have helped some of my friends write theirs. Tell me what you think!

Clary sat watching the beautiful sunset with her sketchbook and a pencil. She would have asked Jace to come if they hadn't gonna into that argument.

I can't believe he said I couldn't go out, she thought to herself. What am I five? Okay, maybe I'm rash and do things without thinking, but is anything bad really going to happen?

*Flashback*

"Jace, come on. Please?" Clary said for the hundredth time as she blocked another blow from him.

"No! Can you be anymore stubborn Clary? When I say 'No', I mean 'No'!" Jace said. "We can discuss this later. Right now we have to train or Maryse is going to have a fit."

Still thinking of how to win her side of the argument, Clary didn't see the next blow coming. She got thrown back on the mat,

"Clary! You alright?" Jace reached his hand down pull her up.

"Jace." Clary said her voice stern. "Look at me. I am not going to just sit in the institute for my whole life. I need – I want to go watch a sunset, go on dates, go do something! I'm even willing to go shopping with Izzy!" Clary couldn't believe she just said she would go shopping! The world really is going downhill, isn't it?

"It's still a no. I'm sorry Clary. I really am, but we can't have anyone leaving the Institute after what just happened with Sebastian." said Jace. "I'm not taking any risk with you. I love you too much to let you go."

"I love you too Jace, but I don't want an overprotective boyfriend." She said standing her ground.

"Clary –" Jace started.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed. 'Night Wayland." He could easily tell that Clary was mad.

"Wayland? Seriously, Clary? Wait, come back –" But his words got cut off by the slam of the door in his face.

Jace huffed. There's one way to get her mad at you, he thought. He ran out into the hallway, trying to catch up to her. Looking down both sides, she wasn't anywhere in sight.

Time to go ask Izzy for help.

*End Flashback*

That's how Clary ended up sitting next to her window, looking at the sun dip beneath the horizon. Throwing a light jacket over her shirt, she tucked her sketchbook and colored pencils into her messenger bag and headed towards the door.

Putting a rune of silence on her shoes, she snuck out of the Institute surprisingly easy. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally," she whispered. "I'm free." She chuckled under her breathe and made her way to a small park not too far away from the Institute.

Setting her stuff down, she quickly took the things out of her bag and went straight to drawing. Getting lost in her drawing, Clary hadn't realized the sun a set a while ago, and a small breeze was picking up. Wrapping her jacket closer around her shoulders, she came out of her daze.

Packing up her possessions she felt as though there was someone behind her. She quickly scanned her surroundings, but saw nothing. Shrugging it off, she walked off in the direction of home.

"Hello, little sister." A voice said from behind her. She whirled around and saw – No! It couldn't be!

"It's been a long time since I've seen your pretty face…" Sebastian said.