Hi! This is my first fanfiction(that I've uploaded). I hope my English isn't too bad, it's not my first language.

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Chapter 1 "Boring and Plain"

Boring, that was the word Alexander Gideon Lightwood would use to describe himself. Everything about him was boring, his hobbies, his clothing, and his raven black hair. Just his striking blue eyes weren't as plain as everything else. Everyone told him that his eyes were gorgeous, but he didn't believe them. They were normal blue eyes, normal, like he was.

His brother, he was his own league. Jace was handsome, with a face even more beautiful than the David's statue. Everything about him was golden, hair, eyes, skin… Just his attitude wasn't golden, even though the teachers still loved him. Alec wondered how he did it. He would never be as perfect as Jace was, okay, maybe he wasn't perfect. But everybody liked him, so what was the difference.

Isabelle, she was beautiful in every way. Long dark hair with nearly as dark eyes, long legs and curves that every girl would die for. For her seemed nothing impossible. Guys were moths and she was the light, but if one would touch her, he would be burned within seconds.

So yeah, Alec thought, I guess I'm the black sheep in the family. I'm not attractive or handsome in any way.

He looked at his alarm clock. 6:30 Should I get up? Alec thought, I still have time, but I can't go back to sleep. Slowly he rose to his feet and looked for some clothes. He didn't really care what he would be wearing for the first day of school after the holidays. Why should he? It wasn't like he cared what the others thought of him.

But you do care, told him the little voice in his head. Alec shook his head and grabbed a normal blue sweater and washed out blue jeans. He went to the bathroom with them and took his pajama clothes off.

The shower didn't take long and when he came out it smelled like green apples. Alec quickly changed into his clothes for the day and stared at himself in the mirror. Nope, still as plain as always.

His room was not really big, but it was enough for him. The walls were white and the carpet was a darker blue. The bed was a little bit too small for him, but he could live with it. The room was not really messy, but also not very tidy. The desk was strewn with books and his garbage can was nearly overfilled.

Alec grabbed his bag, went out of the room and nearly collided with his sister.

"You're already up?" he asked Isabelle. She wore a red shirt with black markings on the side and black skinny jeans that showed off her long legs. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail and she wore light brown eye shadow.

"I thought if I would stand up now, I wouldn't look like a zombie when I arrive at school," she told him with a sleepy expression and went to the kitchen.

Alec followed her and he saw her sitting at the table with a note in her hand.

"From mum and dad."

He took it and looked at the neat handwriting from his mother.

We wish you all a perfect first day at school after the holidays!
Love, your mother and father
Alexander: Don't forget to wake up Jace!

Isabelle looked up at Alec with an unreadable look.

"Typical of mum, isn't it? The first day after the holidays and she's already gone. I don't really blame dad, we already knew he had to catch his flight early in the morning. But mom…"

It was true. Robert Lightwood was a very busy man. He ran a large company and had to keep contact with his business partners from other countries. He wasn't often at home and even when he was, he had work to do.

His wife Maryse was a film trailer producer. She worked long hours and often came home late from work. She took herself three weeks of holidays to be with her children, but she told them the day before, that she had to get back to work. Her co-workers couldn't work without her.

Alec knew it had just been an excuse to get away from them. After she had lost her youngest child, Maryse lost herself in her job. At night Alec sometimes heard her crying.

The thought brought tears to his eyes. Max's death changed everything. He died in a car accident. Another car crashed into them and Max's head collided with the back of a seat. He was dead in seconds.

Everyone had had a way to handle the death of little Max. Alec's mother had lost herself in work, Robert had gone abroad and came back weeks later, Isabelle had cried until she had had no tears left, Jace had screamed and shouted and Alec – Alec had blamed himself, he still blamed himself.

He had been the one driving the car, he should have watched out, he should have…he should have been the one dead, not Max. It was his fault. Everyone told him it wasn't, he shouldn't blame himself. The car came too fast; there had been no chance to avoid the car crash. At some point he had started to believe them, but sometimes the guilt came back.

"-lec? Alec?" his little sister's voice brought him back to the present.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," he went to coffee machine and poured himself some of the brown liquid into a cup.

"Are you alright?" She looked worried and wondered what he had thought of.

"I'm okay."

"It certainly doesn't sound like it," she said and ate…whatever that was.

"What are you eating?" Alec asked as he took a seat beside her.

"The pancakes I made yesterday, some were left over, because 'someone' didn't eat any," she glared at him and took a bite of her pancake.

Alec looked down at his cup of coffee and didn't say anything; he knew he was a terrible liar.

"It's just because we didn't even know that were pancakes!" Jace told them as he came through the door. Alec nearly spilled his coffee; he hadn't expected him to stand up on his own.

Jace wore a white t-shirt with the words 'SEX ON A STICK' written over it and simple black trousers.

"I can cook! You two just don't know what good cooking is," Isabelle replied.

"I don't think someone can call what you are doing 'cooking'," the golden boy answered with a grin.

"I can cook, dammit! Alec, tell me I can cook!"

Alec looked down again and knew he turned red.

"Ähm…"

"Ha! See? You can't cook! I won!" Jace did a victory dance, but was immediately interrupted by Isabelle.

"Not so fast! How do you even know that my food tastes bad? You haven't even tried it! Come on, eat it!"

Jace looked at her incredulous.

"What? Eat…that?! I don't think I have a death wish."

"Eat it or…"

"Or what?"

Isabelle grinned and stood up.

"Or I'm going to the park today and bring back a duck, which I will hide in your room. Eat my delicious pancakes or a duck will terrorize your room, your choice."

The taller teen looked at her pancakes and then back to her. He glared and felt challenged.

"You wouldn't dare."

This brought a smile upon Isabelle's face.

"You'll see."

Alec couldn't watch any longer and knew if he wouldn't stop the argument, the two would kill each other.

"Guys, please, stop it. Why can't you two live in peace with each other for one day? It would make things a lot easier. Now grab your bags and get into the car, or we'll be late."

The two fighting teens looked at each other and seemed to make a silent agreement.

"Sure," they simultaneously said, Alec didn't like the sound of that.

Isabelle and Jace went out of the kitchen and immediately started fighting again.

It would be a long day.

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