A/N: I'm honestly sorry if this sucks. This was my first attempt at this kind of thing, and I really hope it isn't too bad.

I do not own these characters, either. They belong to Cassandra Clare, unfortunately for me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! -Will Dye

Chapter One

I bit my lip slightly as I felt a cold blob of something start to become rubbed into my scalp. So far, all I knew was that I had a towel over my mouth and nose, and I was staring down at a sink running water. The liquid pooled into the porcelain basin, and I just watched as the stream poured down, bubbles erupting out where the splashing water met the calm pool beneath. I reached out to dip a finger into the basin, before another hand tugged my own back with haste. Something spread onto my pale skin, and as I tried to look, the hand pushed my head back down, almost into the sink.

"Stop it! Alec, wait until I'm finished, please." An irritated voice snapped at me, and I blinked a bit, trying to realize fully what had just happened.

Isabelle had forced me into dying my hair, and so far, it had been her dumbest idea yet. I knew that she'd bleach out my black hair, and make it as horrific looking as possible. But, hey, maybe she'd learned after dying her own hair violet last month.

I'd only decided to let her do this after she gushed to me it'd look great. Now I was bleaching out my hair, and hoping Isabelle would do a good enough job so that I'd be presentable for this summer. The break had only started a few days ago, and I wanted to impress somebody, possibly. It had been only months since I came out as gay, and since my ratty self wasn't attractive to "like, anyone," I decided I'd get into a new style. Since then, I had an industrial bar piercing, got one beanie that I decorated with pins, and a bunch of tight-fitting band tees and skinny jeans. Now, now it was time for the hair.

My hair had grown out since the beginning of 7th grade, and now it flopped into my eyes, and hung past my jaw. Isabelle thought I was a sensitive emo guy, and she absolutely fawned over my appearance any chance she got. She'd hug me, and tell me that some guys were probably drooling when they saw me out in public.

However, it's rare for me to go out in public unless I need to go clothes shopping. I mainly write stories on the internet, and sell them as ebooks on Amazon. It's really my only means of income. Lots of people buy my books, and I'm glad about that. While the reviews are iffy, I'm still considered pretty good amongst ebook authors. However, I also post videos to YouTube.

I have a channel where I update viewers about my life as one of the few transgender students in my entire school.

Um, yeah. I kinda started cross-dressing as a guy in 6th grade, and went from Alexandra to Alexander, which was therefore shortened to "Alec". I'm a girl, yeah. But, I don't exactly look like one. Well, not to myself, honestly. I am quite skinny, with no hips or breasts to be heard of. Also, I don't have that feminine of a face. However, I do have a slightly masculine voice, and the same tendencies, I assume.

I glanced up in the mirror, seeing that whatever had been scrubbed into my hair slowly bleaching out the ebony color of my hair. Isabelle tugged a cap that the hair dye had come with onto my head, and grinned.

"Done! Just wait and hour and thirty minutes!" She cheered, and hugged me tightly.

Izzy was about eleven years old, starting 6th grade next school year. However, she was bustier that me. Even her hips were much wider! It was odd, considering that assets were kind of a thing in the family. All of the women in my family were extremely curvy, except for me. Maybe that's why I felt so insecure as a female. But, now that I was just skinny Alec, I was content with my lack of assets.

All I had was big blue eyes, a small mouth, and a slightly larger nose. Oh, and a bunch of bones just covered by skin. I had no muscle to speak of, and that was one thing I was also ashamed of.

I had been the most unathletic member of my family. All I could do was run, and that was it. I couldn't even punch well-I'd just get smacked hard in response, and get extremely hurt. That's why I didn't face my own problems. I ran, I did anything I could to avoid being hurt. Though, I was glad I could at least outrun my foes.

However, Izzy did find me pathetic in that sense. Everyone did.

I just shook the thought from my head, and raced back into my room. The door slammed behind me. I heard my father shriek "Don't shut the door so loud!" in my midst, but I didn't even give a bit of attention to it. All I did was hide behind my laptop screen, and continue to write the story I had neglected for half an hour.

It was painful to leave my stories-they were my one escape from reality, the one thing I could count on to make me feel safe and sound.

Instantly, I stuck my earbuds into my ears, and proceeded to listen to about fifteen different techno songs that I liked a lot. I smiled warmly to myself, and my fingers danced about the keyboard as I continued to type.

Honestly, I may have been sitting there writing for about an hour when Izzy finally burst into the room.

"Alec, dear god, why didn't you come back?! You're supposed to remember these things, you lug!" She gasped, tugging me away from my music and writing once again. I glared at her when she wasn't looking, making sure that she didn't know I was totally pissed.

We stood in the bathroom, gazing at my bleached hair in awe. I had just taken my shower and dried it. It was gorgeous, and I couldn't help but just keep running my fingers through it.

"I love it!" Isabelle smiled proudly, and combed it about.

I watched as she glanced about it, seeing what different colors of blonde my hair had turned.

Quietly, I told myself that I wouldn't dye it yet. It would be like this for the summer, and then when school started up again I'd dye it some color.

Smiling to myself that night, I spiked my hair up, hoping it looked decent.

Surprisingly, I didn't actually hate it. In fact, it was extremely pretty spiked. I then went to go wash it out in the sink, and after that, curled up into bed.

That next day, I was going to the library to pick up some books I'd been wanting to read before summer ended. I kept a mental note of that as I drifted off to sleep.

A/N: OH MY GOD, THAT WAS AWFUL.

I AM SO SORRY I SUBJECTED YOU TO THAT, INTERNET. I'M….I'M SUPER SORRY.