A/N: Hey guys! Ike here, with my very first FanFic! This comes from the world of Alcatraz Smedry from Alcatraz vs the Evil Librarians by Brandon Sanderson. Check it out! Don't forget to R&R! -Ikeyso Yun Riter

You know how parents like to be creative with certain things, such as crafts, activities, and parties? Well, apparently, my parents wanted me to have some unique name, since my name is Mal.

Now, normally, Mal would be short for Mallory. If you guessed this first, you would be so terribly wrong. I would have felt comfortable with Mallory. It's suitable and normal for a girl like me.

But, unfortunately, my name is not Mallory.

Mala might also be acceptable. As would just plain Mal.

My name is not Mala or Mal. My name is Malachi. Malachi Smedry. My parents were obviously too creative for their own good. They gave me a boy's name, and the week after, they disappeared, leaving me as an orphan. No other family.

Now, I knew my parent's creativity was a little off, but I really got the picture on my thirteenth birthday. I was with my foster parent's living room, studying my math, when I heard a knock at the door. I groaned and got up, walking over to the door. I opened it to the mail man and he handed us our mail, including a little box addressed to me. I smiled at the man and thanked him. He walked back to his truck and I shut the door. I shook the box and wandered over to the couch. Resisting the urge to read more ofPride andPrejudice, I opened the package and revealed a small book that looked as if a two year old had written it. Only, the scribbles were in lines like regular writing.

"What the hippos is this supposed to be?" I wondered aloud. I took the book out and thumbed through the pages. A note came out of the middle of the book and I picked it up. It read:

Malachi,

Happy thirteenth birthday! Hope you like it.

-Mom and Dad.

I blinked in surprise. Who sent this? Did they have more things for my sixteenth birthday? My questions rolled through my head until I had a headache. I had to lay down to get my mind back to math. That's when a boy broke my door.