Hey, so this is my new story. Just so you guys know, this is a pretty depressing story. I know it starts out pretty slow, but i get to the plot as soon as some things are established. I hope you guys enjoy it:)

On with the story!

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The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Yelled Clary, her tiny feet running to the door. She grabbed the stepping stool that rested beside the door and shifted it so that she could look through the peephole.

She hopped off the stool, a giant smile on her face, and opened the door. "Jacey!" She cried. She enveloped the young boy in a hug. The boy laughed and hugged her back. "Hi Clary. You wanna come out and play with me and Isabelle and Alec?" He asked her eagerly. "Umm, I don't know, Jace. Mom said that I had to eat my dinner before I play outside." Jace pouted. "Pretty please?" He pleaded, his golden hair falling into his golden eyes. "Fine, but if mum gets mad at me, then you're not my friend anymore." "Okay." Jace replied with a massive smile on his face. "Come on, let's go!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. Clary quickly shut the door behind her and ran after Jace.

"Catch me if you can!" Jace called. "Jace, wait up, I can't run that fast!" Her foot caught on a crack in the road. Clary put her arms out in front of her, her face getting closer and closer to the pavement. "Jace!" She shrieked a moment before she landed. Her hands hit the ground first, the rest of her body landing on top of her left arm. It bent awkwardly, and she could swear she heard a crack. She screamed from the pain, and started crying. "Jace, help me! My arm! Help!" She cried, her face covered in tears.

"Jace?" She called out. The young boy came running, his mother behind him. "Clary! Are you alright, darling? Jace saw you trip and came and got me right away." Jace's mother, Celine said, her voice filled with worry. She helped to pull the girl up, grabbing her uninjured arm, seeing the awkward position of her left arm. "Oh dear, we should take you to the hospital, Clary, that arm looks broken! Jace honey,go knock on Clary's door and tell her mother what happened, ok?" After Celine finished talking, Jace ran to Clary's house and rang the doorbell frantically, waiting for Clary's mother Jocelyn to answer the door.

"Umm, hi Ms Fairchild. Clary tripped and fell and I think she broke her arm, so my mom is gonna take her to the hospital, and it's all my fault I'm really, really, really sorry, please don't be mad at Clary, because if you get mad at her she won't be my friend anymore, and I really want Clary to be my friend, so please don't be mad at her." Jace said frantically. He was on the verge of tears, but didn't want to cry in front of Clary. He wanted to seem tough. His father had told him that if he wanted to become a man, you had to be tough. Jace wanted Clary to think he was a man.

The Jocelyn was silent for a moment. "Jace, calm down, it's alright, I'm not mad." Jocelyn grabbed her car keys. "Come on, get in the car, I'll drive us to the hospital." Jocelyn unlocked her car. Jace ran to the door and threw it open, jumping into the back seat. Jocelyn hustled over and started the car, pulling out of the driveway. "Alright, Jace. Where are they?"

Jace thought for a moment. "Um, they're just in front the Blackthorn house."

"Alright," Jocelyn was lost in thought. She pulled up to the house.

"Alright you two, here's the plan. Clary, you sit in the back with Jace, Celine, you come sit in the front with me, no 'if's, and's or 'but's. Capiche?" Jocelyn ordered. Clary hiccuped, but nodded her head. Celine picked Clary up in her arms and put her in the car, buckling her seat belt for her, then went to sit in the front seat.

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They got to the hospital in 15 minutes, and waited another 10 minutes, when finally, they were called into the room with the doctor. "Hi there, my name is Doctor Caterina. I'll be helping you fix that arm of yours, okay?" The woman told Clary. Clary nodded hesitantly. "Alright then, Clary. First, I'm going to have to do an x-ray of your arm, and we'll see what happens from there. Sound good?" She asked the girl. Clary nodded again.

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Clary got her arm checked out, her mother by her side the entire time. Clary wanted Jace to be there as well, but because they weren't family, he and Celine had to stay in the waiting room.

As it turned out, Clary had fractured her bone, and had to keep a cast on it for 5 weeks. "Five whole weeks?" Clary had whined. Jocelyn laughed at her daughter. "Oh Clary, it's only 5 weeks." Caterina gave Jocelyn instructions about how to take care of Clary and her cast.

After Jocelyn dropped Celine and her son back at their house, Jocelyn told Clary the do's and don'ts of having a cast. It didn't do much help though, because Clary's 6 year old mind kept wandering off to "Shadow world" where she was a shadowhunter who drew "runes" on her body to get special powers, and saved people's' lives. "Understand, sweetheart?" Jocelyn interrupted Clary's thoughts. "Ummm, ya, I guess…" Clary said, not really understanding the context of the statement.

They pulled up into the driveway. Jocelyn got out of the car first, and then helped her daughter out of the car. Suddenly, Clary looked up at her mother with worried eyes. "Mum, am I in trouble?" Jocelyn thought for a moment. "I was going to ground you," Clary whimpered. "but, since you ended up breaking your arm, I decided that that was punishment enough. So no, Clary, you aren't in trouble. " Clary let out a sigh of relief, a huge smile growing on her face. "Yay! Thanks mom!" Clary cried, wrapping her arms around her mother's legs. "However, that doesn't mean that I'm not angry with you Clary. You deliberately disobeyed me! You know that you're not supposed to go outside and play before dinner, much less without asking me first!" Clary whimpered against her mother's legs, and looked up at her face. She stifled a smile, her mother's fiery red hair reminded her of a lion, specifically Mufasa from The Lion King, especially when he had scolded Simba for doing… practically the same thing as she had done.

"What are you smiling about, Missy?" Jocelyn scolded. "You sounded like Mufasa." Clary giggled. It took a moment for Jocelyn to register what Clary had said. "I suppose I did." Jocelyn laughed, picking her daughter up in her arms. "Come on, let's go eat dinner. After that, maybe you can go outside and play." She smiled at her daughter.