The Day it All Really Started

"Beep! Beep!"

Oh my God! Could someone shut that stupid machine off?" Kay-Lee asked. "It's so annoying. I mean, it's there to make this story sound sci-fi, but there's really no need for it."

"Beep! Beep!"

"Argh! I'm gonna kill that thing!" Kay-Lee yelled.

"Kay! Kay! I'll shut it off, alright?" I told her.

I always called her Kay. Kay-Lee was too long. I walked to the stupid machine and moved the sound switch from on to off. "Technically," I added, "you can't exactly kill it, Kay. It's not exactly alive."

"I can still hurt it," Kay just had to add.

My other BFF, Ali-san, was all like, "Noooo! Not if it's not alive! Then it has no feelings! Jeez, Kay!"

"Ali's sooo right!" I said. "Well, you're real smart," I said to Kay.

"Shut up," snarled Kay, and laughed at the same time.

Somehow she thought this situation was funny. But Kay thought EVERYTHING was funny. So now that the crazy scene is over, I will describe the room to you. We were standing in a fairly large room which was mostly dark, except for the glow of tons of computer screens and machines in the room. The room was dark because, well, some of us like the dark (*cough*cough*Kay-Lee) and also because the room was underground. We had lights in the room, but we mainly just didn't use them because too much light is bad for some of the machines we have in here.

The three of us were the only ones in the room at the moment. Kay-Lee's hair was always easy to see, even in the dark because it was red. Her hair was shoulder length, layered, and wavy. She also had eyes that changed colors all the time, a.k.a. hazel. At least her eyes didn't change to red! That would just be… evil. Now, Ali-san had short, straight blonde hair. Her favorite hair style is to flip it. It looks really good on her. She also had hazel eyes, so her eyes changed colors, too. I just brown hair and brown eyes. Yay. Ok, I had thick, curly/wavy, frizzy brown hair down past my shoulders and large, chocolate brown eyes. My friends liked my hair, but I didn't. They liked it better when I straightened it, and I did too, but took such a long time. Sometimes, I just left it natural (except a smoothness spray, which made my hair not be frizzy), like today. Kay had braided it earlier this morning. She loved braiding my hair for some reason. "It's been 30 minutes. We should probably check for messages."

In case you haven't guessed, Ali, Kay, and I are part of a secret agency. I can't tell you the name, obviously, cause it's a secret, but it is pretty amazing. We get to travel all over the world and get paid to do it! It's amazing. Also, no one else our age has a job. I think. I mean, some people who are fourteen (our age by the way) have little jobs, like volunteering (eh-hem! Not even getting paid!) or like, working at an ice cream shop. Wow! That's real exciting. NOT. Well, I guess it could be a yummy job. HAHA. So anyways, back on topic here. We work at a secret agency and we're the youngest people working here. We also have to check the computer for special messages sent out from anyone else in the agency. Oh yeah. Like, every 15 minutes. And it's been 30 minutes. Sometimes, we, uh, forget we work here. I know, you think it's kinda hard to do when you're stuck in an underground room with no lights and stupid machines blinking and making unuseful noises, but, it happens to us anyways. "Oh crap!" said Ali.

"Damn!" Kay yelled.

She swore the most out of all of us. I try my best not to. It's bad for your soul. Yet again, Kay doesn't really have a gooood soul. Just kidding.

We all rushed over to the nearest computer. I got there first. I sat down and typed in my username (Nem47) and password (noonecanguessthis). Oh. 2 new messages. "Let's see who they're from."

I clicked on the inbox. "THE BOSS! From the boss!"

"Oh sh-"

"Kay-Lee!" I said real loud, using her full name, which I don't usually do.

"What!"

"Don't swear right now. It's not helping."

"Sorry…"

The first message said, "Hey 47, it's your boss. I want to have a meeting with double 00, 459 and you. It'll be in the meeting room, of course. See you then!"

"Oh crud! A meeting!" I moaned.

"What's the other one say?" Ali asked nervously.

I clicked on that one.

"47, I expected you would be here in 20 minutes from the last message. It takes 15 minutes to finally see the message, then 5 minutes to get down here. It's been 32."

"Alright, let's go!"

We all hope that maybe if we run, we can get there in two minutes. Probably not. But, we try anyway. I know you're probably wondering what's with all the numbers. Well, since we're in a secret agency, we can't go by our names. Instead, we use numbers. So, I'm Agent 47 (which I really like because 4's my lucky number and 7's magical, according to Harry Potter books). Ali is Agent double 00 (which she really likes because technically double 00 is 4 zeros) and Kay is Agent 459 (which we just recently figured out means the beginning of the word devil in alphabet code). We all are running, but we get slowed down by machines and other agents in our way, asking us where we're going. But we don't really have time to answer, so we just move around them. We get there in approximately 3 minutes, 52 seconds, and 6 milliseconds, according to my super-agenty watch (gift from last Christmas). We open the huge doors and step in.

Picture this: super long table with nothing on it, long, rectangular room, huge windows from floor to ceiling, and lots of chairs surrounding the table. There are even extra chairs on the side. Typical meeting room. There's only one other person in the room besides us: our boss. He's sitting at the far end of the table; the head of the table. We go and sit near him but keep one chair between us. I guess it's supposed to look more professional that way, but I just find it stupid. So do my friends. "So where have you been?" The boss asked.

He's not what you picture a boss to look like. Or at least, what bosses look like in movies. In movies, the boss has dark hair, dark eyes, wears a tux and glasses, and is tall and muscular. Our boss has blond hair, blue eyes, is sort of tall, and hates tuxes. Instead, he likes to wear Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt. Except when he has meetings. He likes to look professional and important there, but usually he's calm and likes to blend in with the rest of us. He doesn't look very muscular, but he is amazingly strong. Also, his eyes are perfectly fine, so he doesn't need glasses (or pretend that he needs them - he's not into pretending). He's got an unbossy name too: Ryder. He's from the United States!

Anyways, we sat down and we told him we forgot to check our messages for 30 minutes. "Again?" Ryder asked.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Alright. So, I just wanted to tell you guys that the scholarship that you guys applied for, Ouran High School… well, you three made it in."

We were all trying so hard to control our excitement. It's "unprofessional" to jump up and down at meetings. Stupid meetings. "It's a good thing too," he added. "I've got a new task for you. And it involves… their host club."