Wrongly Chosen

by ClaceLover246

AU All across the world, people are watched. Everything they do is recorded, and by their 17th birthday, they will either stay in the good side of the world and have a great life, or go to the bad side, and live out the rest of their days as a slave. Clary is a rebel princess thats nearing her 17th birthday. This is her story.

1. Chapter 1

This is my first fanfiction, I've just started it and I'll try to update about once a week. So please leave a review and tell me what you think or suggest some ideas if you want.

Wrongly Chosen

Fifty years ago, there was a war. A huge war, between one half of the world and the other. When it was over, more than two thirds of the population had been killed. So the remaining leaders of Earth decided something had to change.

From birth, until your 17th birthday, everything you do is recorded. Everything you say, everyone you talk to, even what food you eat. And by your 17th birthday, a group of professionals will have decided your fate.

If they decide you're good, you'll go and live in Canada or North, South and Central America. They're the rich countries, and they say people who go there will do great things. They are called the Destined. But if they decide you're bad, it's a whole other story.

You'll go to one of the numerous camps, basically jails, dotted around the rest of the world. There, you're slaves. You do all the stuff no one wants to do, or you fight for the amusements of the Destined. They're called the Unprivileged.

Yeah. It's a harsh life. But it's

what we're used to. My name's Clary, and this is my story.

I had a pretty normal life, just like any 17 year old, you know, hanging out with my friends, going shopping, going to school- unless you count the fact that my parents are the king and queen of the Destined, and I was next in line to take that title.

So basically, my friends were my servants and maids, going shopping meant my security guards clearing out the shopping centre so I didn't get kidnapped or shot, and going to school meant sitting in one of the numerous rooms in our mansion and having an old guy teach maths. Fun.

Any normal, sophisticated princess would take all this in her stride, enjoy it even, but the thing is, I'm not a normal, sophisticated princess. I'm a rebel. And I want to run away.

The only thing that's stoping me is, well, everything. I mean did you really expect the story of my life to be that I run away from home, happily marry a farmer in the countryside and have 5 kids? Please. Life isn't a fairy tail. Because if it was, I would already be gone.

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