Hey everyone, I'm back with my new story, and I actually know where this one is heading (sort of) I know, we are all shocked. This is a solo story, which I haven't been doing recently, but if you don't know about my other story, Fate and Finals, for the Throne of Glass fandom, it's a co-write, go check it out! Either way, love you all, and bear with me for this first chapter as I get things going! Enjoy!

Clary:

"Jon! Hurry up! We're going to be late on the first day of school!" I shouted to my twin brother, who I could hear knocking things around in the bedroom we had just moved into.

There were muffled curses, and then I heard, "What should I wear?" I rolled my eyes. I was the girl. Shouldn't I be the one struggling over what to wear?

"Does it matter? It will all turn white either way!" I shout back, tapping my foot impatiently. It was our curse of a sorts, that everything we wore turned to white in Jon's case, and black in mine, so really, getting ready in the morning was really more of did we just want to wear a sweatshirt or jeans or a cardigan or whatever.

The noises from upstairs stop. "I forgot about that," Jon replies, sadness lacing his voice. Our curse had really only begun a few weeks ago, out of nowhere, and it hadn't gone away yet, so most of our closets were white and black respectively, except our favorite things, which we had refrained from wearing so as not to ruin them, just in case this curse decided to go away at some point.

The best Jon could figure about it was that this was what happened to our kind when we strayed too far from home. It didn't matter though. We had moved to be normal, and to not be the outcasts, which was what we were trying to do, but always wearing black and white was going to make that a bit hard. I would be labeled the Goth kid, and I'm sure Jon would be popular as always, but he would get some strange looks for sure, seeing as his white hair would only add to the all-white theme he had been forced to adopt.

I however, at least had red hair, so I wouldn't be completely emo looking. My thoughts were interrupted by Jon clattering down the stairs with his all white JanSport backpack, wearing white joggers and a white tee shirt.

He looked great, as always, his athletic physique only adding to it, which is why he would be automatically popular. I however, looked every inch of the girl who smokes behind the bleachers, even though I have never touched a cigarette in my life, with my leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans, loose tank top, and beanie, all black of course.

"Are you finally ready to go?" I questioned my brother, who was currently touching up his classic jock swoop in the mirror. He shot me a look.

"Yes, Ms. Impatient, I am finally ready to go."

I shot the look back. There was no need to be rude about it, he was right on that point, but I really just wanted to get to school, and get things over with. Being the new kid was going to suck whether I did it sooner or later, so I would rather it be sooner.

"Good. I'm taking my bike, but I'll meet you there so we can go in together," I tell him. I had already decided I would use the motorcycle that Jon had given me as a moving present, and as an I'm sorry for the circumstances that had forced us to move in the first place.

It was black, of course, but it was matte, and sleek. Think spy movie motorcycle. But there was something that made it special. Jon had ridden it once, and the rims had turned white, so now, even when I rode it, they stayed like that. It was the one part of my life that was light.

And then there was the last reason why Jon would be automatically popular. His car. It had begun as a yellow Camaro, like Bumblebee in Transformers, but then he had ridden in it and it had gone all white. This was after the motorcycle though, so I drove it once, and as we had suspected, two thin white lines now ran the length of the car, which had been my gift to Jon for the same reasons he had given me the bike.

Having a father like ours did come in handy sometimes. But only sometimes.

TIME SKIP

I beat Jon to school, as per the usual, so I had to wait for a few minutes for him to show up. Normally, I wouldn't have minded this, but it kind of sucked today, because everyone was staring at me. Now, I'm not an arrogant person by nature, but I know that I was attractive. Jon and I both were incredibly good looking, but it came with the family. And even if I had been ugly, it wouldn't have made a difference, since I was a new kid who had arrived to school on a sick looking bike.

Just then Jon pulled up, thankfully drawing the stares from me and to him. How could he not, the drama queen, as he pulled up in his white and black Camaro, right next to me.

As he stepped out of his car, and ran his hand through his hair, I could already see the girls swooning over him. It was such a noticeable difference, the way people reacted to me versus to my brother.

To me, the boys were immediately thinking about how could they get in my pants, and with Jon they were thinking more along the lines of, "Damn. He's hot".

It was annoying to say the least.

As I walked into school, one boy caught my attention. The only boy who was still following me with his coal black eyes. And as I saw them, I shuddered. I knew who he was.

Let's call him part of my extended family.

Thank you all so much for reading, I really hope you liked this story, and if you did please tell me in the reviews, since I would love to know that people actually like this idea. Either way, I will try to update once a week, but with school that might be a bit wonky sometimes. So hopefully, see you next week! Till next time! Bye!