Here it is! My second... or is it third?... MALEC story! I decided to mess with EVERYTHING just to make some people hate me. The family is messed up, the characters are messed up, and the genders of Magnus and Alexander, or should I say Magnus and Alexandria ;), have been switched. Yay lesbians! I will post the next chapter ASAP since I know its hard to get hooked by just one chapter. Also, the chapters are usually going to be short in this story. Deal with that.
Disclaimer: I did not write TMI. Duh. Don't be stupid.
I stepped into the sunlight, my short black hair falling in my face. Allie was right next to me, close but not touching.
"Arizona." She grinned, looking at me.
"Arizona." I responded in an agreeable voice.
We were standing on the cliff behind our house, basking in the beautiful heat that Arizona offered. The sky held only one soft cloud that was way on the horizon. I put my head on her shoulder, looking at the city below us. Allie looked at peace, her pale face lit up by the sunset. Allie had a calm soul, one that could make anyone in any situation breathe evenly. Sure, since Aline was my twin we looked similar. We both had the same features, height, skin tone, body shape, and coloring. But with my clear blue eyes, I was a panic-riddled, OCD, neat freak. Aline, with her brown eyes, took after our mother. She has a calm, warm demeanor that always makes you feel at home. I know at times she can be shy and at times she can be a little blunt, but I still love her.
Aline isn't my only sibling. I actually have seven more. I am just closest to my twin in a way none of my other siblings will understand. I turned towards my new home that I would live in for the rest of my childhood. My family has quite a bit of money, so the house is a pretty nice size. Two stories right on a cliff that over-looked the city. I guess it is sort of huge, but it is perfect for my family. All ten of us and any guests, which there usually are, take up a lot of room. The house has 12 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, which sounds outrageous, but it makes sense for us. We have money but we don't waste it. All of the girls share the supply of makeup, and none of us mind. If there is anything expensive that we won't share, we have our own baskets to put them in. But it's not easy to match makeup with the rest of my family. No one really uses it but Isabelle and if we do, all of our own skin tones. Wow, I'm rambling!
I guess I should explain who I am first. I am Alexandra Fairchild. I was born in New York. My mom is Jocelyn Fairchild and my dad is something Lightwood. I have black hair and blue eyes. I like dark colors and hate guys. I don't like being touched. I don't like being near people. I HATE being alone with one person. My mom is a painter and my step-dad is a bookstore chain owner and author. And I have a deep, dark, hideous secret that I won't get over. I am stained for life. I am unpure and a killer.
Normal insecurities in an unsteady person with a background of pain.
I have been destroyed, blasted to rubble. This is the story on how I got rebuilt.
I took the plot of my old story, Pieces, and made it beautiful.