-- Chapter 1 --
My life has never been normal and it probably will never be. I am the youngest child of famous billionaire Jefferson Tracy and a spitting image of my past mother. Only my platinum blonde hair goes down to my butt and stops just above it. It is straight, but has some curls here and there. I also have her deep baby blue eyes. Oh, one more thing, my family are the famous Operatives or Thunderbirds of International Rescue. Which isn’t your average day job. To my family it might be.
I attend one of London’s most famous academy for all-girls, Clayworth Academy. My best-friend Tintin also attends and I wouldn’t be going to this boarding school if she wasn’t also there. I kind of have this disease since I was young and what sucks the most, is that my twin brother, Alan, doesn’t have it. When we were both not even one, Alan and I had trouble breathing and right away our father had noticed. For awhile, people thought we were going to die. After a couple weeks, however, we both got better. Until the age of one, both of us tended to get sick pretty easily and for Alan it stopped. Me, on the other hand, not so much. I have attacks that affect my breathing and adds a tight pain in my chest, similar to asthma, but worse. I can still take part in sports and regular day activities, just a little more precautions. I take medicine and have to be more careful around common sicknesses. It’s a pain, but as I get older it is slowly going away. Now, attacks come when I am spooked, I overexert myself, or I am ill. Being ill is harder because a common flu can really affect me. The only medical problems Alan and I have in common are allergies to penicillin and walnuts, but because of my disease, I can develop new allergies that can happen anytime.
So, up until middle school, I have taken online classes and been home-schooled by my family and friends on Tracy Island, while my twin goes to Wharton’s Academy for Boys in Massachusetts in New England, USA. It sucked until Dad finally agreed, once Virgil, my brother and family medic, said it would be safer now that I am older. So, Dad agreed, as long as Tintin came with me. I didn’t mind since Tintin and I are great friends and having a friend when starting high school or school in general has always been said to be the best.
My twin, Alan and I, Kathryn Dwyer Tracy, are the youngest, then Gordon, Virgil, John, and Scott. Surprisingly, I get along with all of my older brothers except, Alan. You’d think twins have some-sort of connection that universally makes them automatically compatible. In our case, far from it. Dad, after many begging and chores done perfectly from Alan, agreed to let Alan start training to become an Operative, while I didn’t. Alan always brags about this fact and recently, treats me like a child. He may be older by a couple minutes, but we are still the same age and were born on the same day.
Since we go to two different school, on two different continents, some of our vacations are different, but most are the same. Summer, spring break, and winter vacation are all the same, while some weeks in the year aren’t. Those weeks when it’s just me, I love, the others I loathe. Well, that’s what I thought at first, but this spring break kind of changed it. Why don’t I tell you why.
Spring break had finally begun and the last class of the day had just ended. My first year of high school was almost over, but not just yet. I wanted to join a sports team, but my father and brother Virgil said no, until I told them about Kyudo or the art of Japanese Archery. Surprisingly, Clayworth has more then just British sports and it’s pretty popular. Especially since we get to wear the Japanese traditional clothing. Dad and Virgil agreed and I am having so much fun. It’s a year-long sport and the competitions are sometimes held in Japan. The upperclassmen are so kind and I never realized how much fun shooting an arrow into a target would be.
I was even requested to become a starter for the Winter Festival. A starter is a member who actually competes and freshmen aren’t usually starters. The coaches allowed me to become a starter and during this year’s Winter Festival held in Japan, we had come in first place! A first for a non-Japanese school to win since they let other schools outside of Japan compete. We were going up against two other teams for the win and each team had seven kyudokas or practitioners. There would be seven rounds and out of all the chances, each school ended up with two wins. Out of all the students, none had stroke the target all four times. I was the seventh kyudoka for my school and out of all the times I had practiced, I had never hit it all four times, until that competition. See, each time the kyudoka chooses a new arrow, the target position changes. As the rounds increase, the difficulty increases, so I ended up with interesting target positions. In pure luck as I would call it, I stroke all four arrows into the target and won the competition for Clayworth.
It was an amazing experience and I can’t wait to tell my family and friends on Tracy Island about it, well all except Alan. He may be my twin, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. I feel like he thinks he is better than me but a known fact is that he always gets in trouble. So how does that make him better than me? I have no idea and I really don’t care.
As we were leaving the classroom, Tintin asked, “So Kathryn, ready to go back to Tracy Island or would you rather stay here?”
“I guess, both. I want to go home so I can see everyone, but not everyone.” She knew I meant Alan and rolled her eyes.
“Your feud with Alan has got to end Kat. Why can’t you end it?”
“Because Tintin, I wasn’t the one who started it. He acts childish and how much do you want to bet, he’s failing his assignments because his mind can only think of Thunderbirds. Alan is a complete slacker and I am ashamed to call him my brother, let alone my twin,” I replied with a pout. It was kind of harsh, but true in the same way.
“You can’t be serious! Kat, he’s your twin, you have to have some sort of connection!”
“I think that is only with identical twins and don’t try to say that we look the same. Yes, we both have the same blonde hair and blue eyes, but so does John.” I hate when people compare me to Alan.
She rolled her eyes again and said, “You are both going to be in a situation where you will need each other and then you’ll realize how similar you both are and man I hate your Tracy stubbornness. Let’s just go back to the dorms and get ready to pack. We leave tonight, so packing now will make it easier.”
With that said, our conversation on Alan was over and Tintin and I headed back toward the dorm house, but Headmistress Ravensdale stopped us. “Miss Tracy, Miss Belegant, I have been informed by your parents that Lady Penelope will be picking you up early. If would grab your belongings and come with me,” her thick accent pronouncing each word made it sometimes hard to understand the ancient Headmistress, but this time I actually understood her.
Tintin and I entered the dorm, grabbed our stuff, and headed out the door. We followed Headmistress Ravensdale to the front gate where Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward and Parker were waiting with Lady P’s bright pink car. Little do the people around us, know what she or what this car does. To say the least, it’s awesome. Parker helps us get our bags into the car and we leave the academy. I ask, “Lady Penelope, I thought Dad was getting us later tonight?”
“Your father was detained at the moment, along with your brothers. Oil rig in Russia, so he asked me to pick you and Alan up from school, so that all of you would be home tonight,” her crisp British accent added emphasis on each word.
“We have to go to America to grab Alan and Fermat?” I half yelled.
That got me a slight glare from the usual calm women in pink. She replied, “Yes and I am expecting you and your brother to get along.”
“I will, but I can’t say about him,” I added with a smirk.
“Brilliant,” Lady Penelope noticed the scenery and spoke, “Come on, Parker, chop, chop.”
Out of Parker’s hat a red visor popped down, allowing flight controls, and thus we were off. The pink modified Rolls-Royce lifted off the ground and headed toward Wharton Academy where we would pick up Fermat and Alan. Great.
This is my first Thunderbird FanFiction, so diehard Thunderbird fans, go easy. I also have only watched the 2004 Movie and have watched the magnificent works of Criminally Charmed and Little Miss Bump, also TBMom from FanFiction So, if character’s actions are wrong, I apologize in advance.
The writing style may change. So any first person will be in my OC’s First Person, while other tidbits will be in 3rd person.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Thunderbirds, I only own my OC, Kathryn Dwyer Tracy.