Disney Descendants - One Shots

First Day - Jade (Daughter of Jasmine & Aladdin)

JADE:
• 17
• 5'1"
• Hip-length straight, black hair
• Brown, almond eyes
• Medium olive skin
AL:
• 17
• 6'2"
• Wavy, short black hair
• Brown, thoughtful eyes
• Medium olive skin

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Time after time, my hand flew up to my neck. And, by time after time, I meant every ten seconds, that is, until I caught myself in the act, quick enough to be ashamed of such a childish habit. It was ridiculous, all of it, but I couldn't decide whether it was my own hesitation, or the fact that I had to attend an actual school with other people. I was never around kids my age much, other than my twin brother, Al; fraternal, but alike in most other ways.

My necklace was a gift, which, in retrospect, seemed like a very unfitting gift for a 6 month old, but perfect, now, for 17 year old Jade. I was dependent, maybe too much for my own good, but enough to have my every whim at my fingertips. The necklace, a fine gold chain with a brillant, finely cut ruby swung down to delicately graze my collarbones. It'd been a gift from my godfather, the Genie, to ensure I'd never be alone without a hand to reach for. It granted any wish I had, and I'd always been warned to only use it in dire times. Me, being ever selfish, had put it to use more than was morally necessary. Bad hair day? Easy fix. Lost phone? No problem. I had all I needed.

Kind of.

What I lacked in friends, I tried to find in Al, and what I found in Al was the same desire to have something more in life than living in an empty palace. This past year, we'd heard about villains attending Auradon Prep, but it seemed too bizarre to fathom. The children of the most infamous villains amongst the rest of Auradon's pure and benevolent society? Scandalous. Every bit of it. But we couldn't help but to be intruiged.

See, the choice to not attend school was only partially my fault, at least the way I'd like to remember it. I'd wished when I was 4 years old that Al and I didn't have to, mostly because I didn't want him to leave my side once school started. I never thought anyone could understand us the way we understood each other. Aziz had been the first and only of us to get a taste of public school. My mother found out and scolded us terribly, only to compromise. We still had to be tutored for years, but the digging curiousity in the back of my mind was an ever-present distraction.

It wasn't until I had one meaningless conversation with my brother did I realize we both wanted the same thing: a taste of the real world. It ached to know that there were far more opportunities outside the palace walls than there were in, and I would not let myself live a sheltered life like my mother. I listened to my dad talk about his life and had always silently wondered what a life with no rules, no inhabitions, and no restraints would be like. I eventually taught myself that with charms, my necklace, and my pride, there was no rule I couldn't break.

Some may say that my brother and I are a bit wicked, but I'd say we're simply clever. Nothing compared to the rush of sneaking around, breaking rules, seeing the shock in someone's eyes, or the quiver in their lip when you'd played them for the fool they were. "Aladdin and Jasmine's twins..." they'd say, "are tyrants! Absolutely heinous!"

But so it goes.

My hand still clutched my necklace, but I reminded myself that I'd mentally made a promise to myself not to use it before the first hour of being there. What good was attending a new school, trying to prove your independence, when everything you have is something you've wished for? I had to control myself. I wouldn't let Al use it either. Maybe.

Mental preparation was getting to my head. As our new school became visible, I felt every muscle in my body tighten. It was unlike me to be nervous, and I could feel Al's eyes piercing into me. He laughed.