Jeff Tracy(48), Scott Tracy (26), John Tracy(24), Virgil Tracy(21), Gordon Tracy(20), Alan Tracy (18) and Jaxson Tracy (16). The boys in this family make up the international rescue squad- the thunderbirds. A secret organization that aids those in need during disasters using the technologically advanced machines called Thunderbirds, operating out of Tracy Island in the South Pacific.
Jaxson Tracy is the only girl left in this family after her mother died in an avalanche 14 years ago. Being the youngest in this family, there's a lot to live up to and a lot of pressure. However, Jaxson doesn't want to be a thunderbird and never has. After being trained to fight by lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, Jaxson had enough. She began failing her classes at the private school her father insisted on sending her to, died her golden blonde hair dark brown with red tips and stopped listening to her brothers and father. Her family call it her rebellion phase.
Jaxson's P.O.V.
Location- Wharton Academy, Massachusetts
I hate this school, I thought by failing my classes on purpose I would be sent to a public school or something, just so I wouldn't have to stay here, but no. All because my father is an ex-astronaut and a billionaire. I'm not 100% focusing on my current maths class but I know we're doing Pythagorean's theorem. The truth is, if i actually focused in class and didn't fail my exams on purpose i'd be one of the smartest kids here. All the stuff we've learnt this year, I already know thanks to brain, Lady P and the mainframe at home that dad doesn't know i use from time to time.
You see I've got really good at sneaking around the island, finding passages around that I shouldn't know about and going places I definitely shouldn't be going but it's how I cope with being stuck on an island with an extremely overprotective family. I've got little hideouts scattered across the island for when I need to escape, that is when I'm actually at home. Most of the time I'm either here at school or with lady P. I only really go home during holidays.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when a friend spoke
"Jax…Jaxson!" I looked around and saw everyone looking at me. Miss Garret was walking over and saying
": How kind of you to come back from outer space Jaxson. I trust re-entry wasn't too rou" I get a lot of space jokes around here because of who my dad is. She continued
"Here on Earth, we've been discussing the Pythagorean Theorem. Did any of that happen to sink in" I glanced down at my doodles covered workbook and muttered
"I... I was just": Apparently n" she took my book, looked through it and after seeing that just about every page was covered in doodles she said
" Well I hope you aren't going anywhere special over spring break Jaxson, because I expect a ten thousand word paper on my desk the day you get back. That should keep you busy" she through the book back at my table and as she began walking away she said
"Oh and when your father comes to pick you up, I would like a word with him. This has happened too many times, Miss Tracy" everyone in the class began laughing and then the bell rang. After maths class I had a free period. So I packed up my stuff and headed to one of the common rooms.
I took up my normal spot in the common room. My navy biker jacket and old military style shoulder bag are slung over the back of the chair. My sketchpad and pencils are spread over the table and my feet are up on the chair across from me. My chair is backed to the wall so no one can see what I'm drawing; I'm drawing Tracy island. I can't wait to get out of this school for spring break- even if it is just for a few weeks. Noted, it does mean I'll also be stuck at home for those weeks but who knows, Lady P might let me stay with her if things get bad. You see the thing is me and dad can't seem to be in the same room for very long without arguing, mostly about school or how I should be like my brothers.
I stopped drawing when a group of kids came into the room. I overheard a couple of them talking
"Whoa, where are they?"
"They're in Russia, at an oil rig fire" Oh great more thunderbirds. A load more students entered the room and all crowded around the TV. Despite how much I don't want to be a thunderbird, it's still kinda cool to see my brothers on TV and no one knowing they are my brothers. So I closed my book and pushed my way to the front of the crowd.
"We are told the super rig is now in total danger of collapse and there is real concern for the lives of six men who remain trapped on board. An emergency call went out to the Thunderbirds just a few minutes ago, they should be here any moment now... And here they are."
The camera panned to show thunderbird 1 and 2 arriving at the super rig in Russia. As we watched the scene unfold on the TV, I couldn't help but think that they would get a better approach to the rig if they went in from a different angle… Low and behold they did change the angle of approach.
"...the horrendous weather is making it difficult to navigate the Thunderbirds…"
As they got closer to the rig i heard one kid say
"What do they do now?" His friend replied
"I bet they drop the rescue platform from Thunderbird Two" Smart kid, because that's exactly what they did. You could just about see my brother Virgil helping the workers onto the platform.
"The Thunderbirds are actually rescuing…"
However the fire is raging closer to some oil barrels. Another kid then said
"They've gotta get them out fast. The rig's gonna blow. Look!" luckily thunderbird 2 got out of the way just as the rig blew up. Thunderbird 1 then flew in and fired something towards the rig
"As you can see, the fire has been extinguished. The rocket fired from Thunderbird One has robbed it of the oxygen it needed to burn. Amazing. The Thunderbirds have done it again, Chuck."
Applause and cheers erupted throughout the room as Thunderbird 1 flew away closely followed by thunderbird 2.
With the students still revelling in the thunderbirds victory I headed back over to my stuff. I began packing my things away everyone stopped cheering as someone shouted
"Tracy!" The crowd parted leaving a clear path between me and the headmaster.
"There's someone here for you" I was confused for a moment a s there is no way my dad could have gotten here that fast from Russia, even in a thunderbird. My confusion was put to rest when I was Lady Penelope in all her pink glowly enter behind him. I saw just about everyone in the room gushing over her as she spoke
"Hello all" she made her way through the crowd towards me. I hid a smile as she spoke again
"Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, at your service. Jaxson darling, your father's been unexpectedly detained, and he's asked me to pick you up, is that all right?" I quickly gathered my stuff, and replied
"Definitely" She smiled and said
"Fantastic. Now, will any of these gorgeous young things be joining you?" every single student in the room suddenly raised their hands and shouted
"Me! Me!" I ignored them all, put my jacket on and as i was pushing my hair from the collar i said
"Just...me" she smiled once more and said
" Quite right" I then followed her out.
As we were walking through the school we built up a large crowd and Miss Garret found us.
"Hang on a moment, i was hoping to talk with Mr Tracy about Jaxson performance in class" Lady P stopped, gave me a subtle side glance but went onto say
"I do apologize, Miss…"
"Garret, Miss Garret"
"I do apologize Miss Garret, but Mr Tracy has been detained. Perhaps I could talk to him on your behalf"
"No, it's fine. I shall email him myself" Miss Garret then stormed off and we proceeded outside.
As expected, waiting outside next to a huge pink six-wheeler, also known as FAB1, was Lady P butler, Parker. As we walked towards the car i said to lady P
"I didn't know you were in the states, Are you on a mission from my father?"
"Jaxson, shh. I am an undercover agent, so please try to be discreet" we made our way through the crowd of students surrounding the car. I then said as Parker helped Lady P into the car
"Hi, Parker"
"Good afternoon to you, Miss Tracy" he gave me a quick fist bump before I climbed into the car. He closed the door and as he walked around to the drivers side I noticed him wag a finger at one of the younger students who tried to touch the car. As PArker began to drive Lady P said
"Try not to run over any children, Parker"
"Very good, m'lady"
We drove for about 15 minutes before Lady P said
"So, why does Miss Garret wish to speak with your father, again?" I slouched in the seat and replied
"I zoned out in one of my classes again"
"Well that doesn't sound so bad"
"She then noticed that my work book is full of doodles and not work" I was honestly expecting a lecture from her about what happened but instead she said
"Sit up straight, Darling, it's good for your posture" I returned the smile she was giving me and sat up straight. I rested my arm on the door and then muttered
"Thank you" I heard her quiet hum before she said
"Come on, Parker, chop chop"
"Yes M'lady" A red visor drops down in front of Parker's eyes as FAB 1 switched to her 'flight mode'; wings sprout from underneath and a large jet turbine engine pops out of the boot. Approaching a cliff, FAB 1 pulled up into the sky.
Not that long into the flight as I was scrolling through my phone, Lady P was reading the Financial Times. She then said
"Oh look, Parker, pink is the new black this season"
"I'm very glad to hear it, m'lady"
" And hemlines are going up"
"That is good news, m'lady" she turned the page over and continued
"Oh and apparently England won the football last night"
"Yes!" He let go of the steering wheel as he fist bumped the air. FAB 1 began to drop altitude and swing towards the left
"En-ga-land!" I laughed as Lady P said
"Calm down, Parker" he composed himself, grabbed the wheel and replied
"Yes, m'lady... Sorry, m'lady" I smiled more as I noticed the massive grin on his face.