Hey, I think you should check out Shuichi Saito. She's the one who inspired me to write this and gave me permission ;) Also, check out Silveus Wayland, since she helps me come up with ideas. Angel Benhoff is one of the two brains behind this story (I'm the original brains behind it XD) Okay, I know, enough with telling you guys who to check out, though they are great authors. I hope you enjoy the new chapter! Thanks and enjoy!

Sir Malcolm, today I found a weird bottle in mommy's room. It was covered with a stick black substance that burned my nose. I washed off my hands and asked Izzy about it. She said it was hair dye. She said it made your hair colored different. Why would you want to make your hair look a different color? Why did mommy have that stuff, anyway? Alexander Lightwood Age 8.

Sir Malcolm, today I fell down the stairs and hit my head on the wall at the bottom. It hurt really bad and it turned blueish purple and bumpy. Mommy said I shouldn't have been standing at the top, anyway. Isabelle told me to stay there because she had to show me something, so I stayed where I was, and then I just fell. My leg also hurts and my back has a purple mark. A hurt Alexander Lightwood.

Dear Diary, mummy had some weird box thing. It wasn't square, but rounded in some places and was thin going up to the top. Mummy called it a guitar. It makes a pretty noise when you run your finger across the strings. Anyway, Izzy tried to make a smoothie this morning, and it tasted awful. She said she put half a cup on vanilla in it. She even said it was bad. Mummy really needs to teach her how to make simple foods. Alexander Lightwood, Age 6