Rebellious
WOW I'm so excited! I've had this account for a very long time and haven't published anything 'till now! Well I really hope you guys like this! So this is a show in Spanish that I'm adding the MI and ID characters to. Sooo I own absolutely Nothing not even the plot line. Well I guess I own the translation. Is that even ownable? So all the rights and all that other good stuff belongs to Televisa and the people who own Rebelde and of course to the wonderful Cassandra Clare who owns the characters.
Okay so this is ooc, and there will be various parings that will change sometimes.
What's the exact moment, when we start to make our own choices about our lives? Who gave our parents an exam to find out if they are capable to choose what is best for us? When they choose a school for us, do they realize that, that school will mark our stories forever?
Jace Morganstern
"What," Jace said "We're going to London?" Jace said, his voice carried a distinct whine to it along with a note of disbelief.
He was standing with his best friend Alec, talking to his parents in the hallway leading to the auditorium of the school. Other kids stood with their parents or friends, waiting to go inside for the traditional end-of-the-year speech that marked the end of classes and the start of summer vacation, when they could finally be free of all the oppressive school work and get a break from the 'prestigious Elite Way School' that their parents paid so much money for them to attend.
Jace blond-haired and golden eyed stood there in one of the two uniforms of the school. All the students wore the same clothes, navy blue blazer with the school crest on the left side. Button-up, long-sleeve, light blue shirt with a bright red tie tucked under their buttoned blazer. Navy blue pants and nice black shoes for the guys and navy blue skirts for the girls who usually wore boots or on occasion just nice black shoes.
"Jace, please." His mother's tone placting in a way that made him feel five years old again. "You will be able to see your brothers and spend time with them." Celine was tall in her high heels, her blond hair was a bit darker than Jace's, long and wavy. She wore a tan, tight dress that fit well to her figure.
Jace had several older brothers, who had all gone to the same school. Though they were his half brothers, they shared only a father. Jace hardly even spoke to them, he certainly didn't want to spend his vacation with them while they asked him for the umpteenth time how old he was again and bragged about all their accomplishments. His father wouldn't waste this opportunity to compare them either.
"But, you said we were going to the beach." Jace insisted.
"Well, there was a change of plans. We're going to Europe instead." Jace's father responded in a stern voice. Valentine Morganstern was tall with salt white hair and very black eyes. He was a politician and Jace often had reason to believe that he cared more about his career than his youngest son. He was clad in nice expensive suit not unlike uniforms worn by all the students surrounding them, or those of his bodyguards that stood around them, they were always where ever his father was even at home or here at Jace's school; Jace could scarcely remember his father wearing anything else.
"I asked your mom if you could come with us, right." Jace said turning to Alec. Alec Lightwood was around the same hight as Jace with black hair and piercing blue eyes. The pair had been best friends since they were kids and started school together.
"Well. I'll just go to the beach with my parents, its okay really. I don't mind"
Jace rolled his eyes slightly, Alec was not helping his situation. "But I mind, come on Alec I'm going to be bored out of my mind."
"Look Jace," Valentine said, speaking up again. "This isn't up for discussion, You're coming with us and thats it." Valentine's voice was mild but Jace could tell that he meant it. Not that Jace really cared at the moment, he still couldn't believe his parents were ruining his vacation this way. He'd had the 'pleasure' of accompanying his father on many democratic trips before, the highlights of which included an endless array of important people to be introduced to all of which were old, boring, and had the sense to let their children enjoy their vacation elsewhere. Not mention putting up with dinners and the constent praise from his father from all the people who supported his campaign. Jace had a hard time being around his father in general, a trip like this was nothing short of tortur. It was those moments when he could most appreciate being enrolled in a boarding school.
"The ambassador wants to meet with your father." Celine spoke as if that was reason enough. Well it wasn't, at least not in Jace's book. "Then why doesn't he go by himself? Why do have to ruin my vacations?" Jace was getting rather frustrated, did his happiness mean nothing to his family?
"Stop. I'm here to see you despite the electoral campaign and I'm not going to stand here and hear your complaints." His fathers voice said this was the end of the conversation.
Before Jace could even attempt to say anything more about the subject someone grabbed him and started to push him toward the entrance of the auditorium where all the students were now filing in. It was Isabelle in her uniform just like everyone else. She spoke quickly as she halled Jace toward the entrance, one of her friends was pulling Alec behind them. "Come on Jace lets go its starting already." At the same time his fathers phone started to ring so Jace went with Isabelle without complaint. Isabelle was a had been at the school a long time though she wasn't from a rich family she was a scholarship kid. She was very attractive and had a bit of a reputation.
Jace placed his arm around her waist and walked in with her, his mind still on his ruined vacation plans.
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Beautiful singer and dancer Jocelyn Fray sat, in her bikini, at the studio getting ready for her photo shoot. She was in front of a white canvas while the people around her still fused about her makeup, her long deep red hair flowing loose down her back.
"A bit more of shine here please." She said, and the makeup artist rushed over to grant her request.
"You look amazing Jocelyn, incredibly beautiful." The photographer who was fixing the lights told her looking up from the fixure at her and smiling.
''Thank you, but I really I should have gotten a bit more tan don't you think?"
"Nonsense, you look fantastic don't worry about that, now just relax and I'll take care of everything."
Some screams could be heard coming from the door as Dorothy walked in and handed Jocelyn a water bottle. "There are so many people out there like you would not believe! Paparazzi, reporters and of course fans lots and lots of fans." Dorothy said sounding genuinely excited. Dorothy was Jocelyn's personal assistant and her best friend she was about the same age as her and had long straight blond hair. "Everything is going perfectly."
"Really?"
"Yes, of course."
"Good," She sighed. "I was getting a bit worried."
"You know why?" The photographer inquired. "Because being one of the most important recording artist has it price, right?"
"Oh your very kind." Jocelyn told him.
"You know what? I really love the idea having this photo shoot with your daughter. You guys are going to look amazing together. The magazine issue will be great."
"Yes but be very careful with my Clary she still just a girl."
"Don't worry Jocelyn I'll take care of her as if she were my very own daughter."
"You'd better, because if you don't I will rip your eyes out understand?"
"Yes of course, don't worry about it." He responded his smile never wavering from his face.
Jocelyn turned back to Dorothy. "Speaking of Clary where is she? Its been a long time now hasn't it?"
"Um, I think she had a bit of trouble with her wardrobe but nothing major." She replied.
Just then Clary walked in wearing a light pink bathrobe.
Clary Clark Fray
Clary did in fact resemble her mother, though she was shorter and her hair was a brighter red. Jocelyn rushed over and hugged her daughter. "Clary sweetie what's going on. What was wrong with your clothes."
"Nothing, I just donated it to charity that's all." Clary's light tone was at odds with the look of disaster that spread over Jocelyn's face.
"What do you mean you donated it?" Jocelyn voice had gone up drastically in volume, she was always so dramatic. "It was a Versace!"
"Great. Well then he can wear it, because I'm not going to come out in costume."
"In costume? What do you mean in costume?-"
"Besides," Clary interjected. "I've found something else I would much rather wear." She let her bathrobe fall. When her mother saw that she was wearing, black bikini panties and for a top only body paint in a cool arrangement to look like a top of green and purple, she screamed slightly and raised the bathrobe up and attempted to cover her daughter again.
"Clary, oh for the love of god cover yourself up!" She was still trying to place the bath robe back on her. "You guys turn around!" She shouted at the crew people in the background. "I forbid you to come out this way! Go back to the changing room and change! Now!" She was snapping her fingers now. As if that would intimidate Clary into doing what she was told.
"Okay, okay I heard you already! Will you stop speaking to me in that tone you sound a bit crazy."
"What does the tone have to do with anything anyway? And Stop," Jocelyn bent down to pick up the bathrobe, that Clary had dropped to floor yet again. "With your tantrums, you're not a dumb little girl anymore and go change, now!" Meanwhile Jocelyn kept trying to place the bathrobe once more to cover her teenage daughter.
"Mom!" Clary said at the same time pushing the bathrobe back off her. "I dress however I want alright!"
"Clary," Jocelyn replied, once more placing the bathrobe on the younger redhead. "I'm your mother and I know what's best for you. Okay? Now, go change."
"Oh, yeah perfect, Your going to come out all hot in that bikini," Clary said looking at her mother's overly tan body. All the while they continued their little battle with the robe, Clary would push it off every time Jocelyn managed to replaced it on her. "Meanwhile I'm going to look like a nerd who just came out of kindergarten. I don't think so."
"Your going to come out like a girl, pretty, but still a girl. No will you go change please."
"Girl, my underwear." Clary said detaching the robe from her body one last time and tossing it on the floor.
"Clary sweetie will you just go change, please, honey."
"Honey, nothing. Either I come out like this or I don't come out at all. You decide mommy dearest."
Well, Clary thought, I'm not a little girl anymore I'm fifteen. I dress the way I want.
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Jessamine Lovelace
Jessie stood at the entrance to the school, not far from where Jace had his discussion with his parents, she was in her blue uniform just like all the other students.
Where is he, where is he? She looked all around but still couldn't find him.
"Jessie come on we have less than ten minutes before they start they even already opened the auditorium." It was Sophie. She and Isabelle where Jessie's best friends. Sophie was more on the chubby side than anything and was very sensitive about the subject. She of course was also in uniform, although she wore shoes instead boots because of her size. Right now she was trying to pull her toward the door that lead to the auditorium.
"Wait, Sophie," Jessie said detaching her arm from the other girls grasp, "My dad still hasn't arrived and I want him to have the best seat."
"Well I don't see him anywhere." Sophie replied taking a quick scan of the hall.
"Well I don't see him either but I'm going to wait for him right here." She also looked around but saw only the other students standing around with their friends or parents.
"Hi, Jessie," said a dorkyish looking boy, he was her classmate but his name escaped her memory at the moment. He had his uniform on and for some reason a sunflower in his hand.
"Hi." She said back.
"So, what are you going to do after the graduation ceremony?" He sounded much to eager for the simple question he'd just asked.
"Oh uhh, well, um I'm going to go out with some friends, yes." She responded quickly with the first thing that came to mind. She had a bad feeling about where this conversation was headed.
"And are you ever going to go out with me?" He asked and there it was.
"Mm ah go out with you. In fact why don't you call me during vacation. Yeah"
"Okay, okay I will. Here." He said handing her the flower.
"Oh hey, thanks." Then he gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked away rather quickly, tripping on the stairs on his way up.
Sophie laughed and turned towards her. "Poor thing. Hey, why did you tell him to call you during vacation if you always go on a trip?"
"Well that's the point, so he calls when I'm not there." They both laughed. Boys hitting on her was a relatively normal experience, it seemed to happen rather frequently.
"Anyway we really have to go, come on." Sophie said this time successfully pulling Jessie towards the stairs.
Sebastian Verlac
He'd driven his motorcycle all the way to the old building. He got of now, walked over and slumped against the one of the crumbling walls of the ruined building. He took out his most treasured possession, the old video camera that had belonged to his father. He quickly scaned what they had filmed on it. It was shot by his mom before his sister was born and Sebastian was still a little boy of just nine or ten. It was inside the same building he now sat against, the place his father used to work it showed lots of video of him and his father playing around. He missed his father very much. He got up and walked inside the very much abandoned building. He found what he had been looking for an inscription that his father had made with their names on it.
After that he couldn't stop it, tears escaped his eyes along with sobs that escaped through his throat. Why, why did his father have to die? Even if he was almost eighteen, he still needed him.
Thats why he had his plan. It was that man's fault that his father was dead and he was going to pay. Sebastian was going to get revenge for his father's death if it was the last thing he did.
Well there was my first chapter im so proud of myself my mom probably wont be considering i havent cleaned because im typing but oh well hopefully she wont get so mad.
So just so you guys know Jace and Alec are both 16 and Jessamine and Clary are both 15. Oh yeah and Isabelle and Alec are not related neither will Nate and Tessa be related.
So Jace doesn't want to go to London. Clary wants to come out half-naked in the photos with her mom. Jessie is still waiting for her dad will he show up on time? And Who is the man responsible for Sebastian's fathers death and what is Sebastian going to do about it?
If you could review I would really appreciate it ive never written anything for fanfiction before so if you could tell me how im doing thanks