I walked into my new igloo and looked around. It was amazingly... empty. I sighed. Maybe I should've moved out earlier. No, I just would've had to deal with it then.
Shiver, my puffle, looked around in curiosity.

"What do you think girl," I asked, "Do you think I'm going to like it here?" She gave me the I-Don't-Know-And-I-Don't-Really-Care look as I grabbed my stuff. To the lay-penguin observer, it looked like I didn't have much, only carrying in a single box, But it was a box dimension portal. I had taken all my stuff and put it in there so that I could skip the cost of hiring somebody to help me move. It wasn't like I was a cheapskate, I just had a very low budget. It also made me less conspicuous, perfect for my new job; a PSA agent. As I unpacked my stuff, bed, fridge, clothes, and the like, I found myself staring an old picture of me with my family. It was taken before dad died, when we were actually happy, not just faking smiles for pictures.

Dad had been a PSA agent. One day, A kid was messing around on the ski slopes and fell off his sled. He slipped and almost fell over a cliff. Dad went over to rescue him when an avalanche occurred. Dad had to make a decision. They could both die, crushed by oncoming I avalanche, or he could jump off and save the kid's life. He saved the kid's life, at the cost of his own. They never found the body. I met the kid once, when the agent told me what had happened. He looked terrified, as though he'd rather be anywhere else. I didn't even get to ask his name before he ran off. That was ten years ago.

Afterwards, In our house to say 'PSA' Was about as bad as saying a major cuss word like 'orca' or 'bull-shark'. Her reaction wasn't exactly overjoyed, or slightly concerned when I said I had passed the test. She had renounced me, said I wasn't her daughter. We exchanged more heated conversation before I ran upstairs, grabbed my stuff and Shiver and stormed out.

I had always been more like Dad, with my pale-blue feathers and brown hair and eyes, to my take-no-crab-from-anyone personality and my wanting to be a PSA agent. The only resemblance to Mom were my pink bangs, that made most mark me as a rebel. They were right, in a way.

I put the picture on my nightstand. To happier times, I thought. After I had finished packing I listened to music until I heard a knock at the door. I checked through a window.
I saw a brown penguin with orange hair in a ponytail, blue eyes and a really cute red and white striped top. I opened the door.

"Hi Dancing!" I said to my best friend Dancing Rose. She grinned back.

"Hello Ro, Mind if I come in?" I shook my head.

"Sorry Dancing, I'm expecting someone."

"Someone from the PSA?" She asked, a gleam in her eye. My eyes widened.

"Get in here!" I hissed, dragging her inside and shutting the door behind us.

"How did you-" She pulled out a dark-blue, PSA standard issue, Spy phone.

"Ready?" She asked. I stared for a while, then grinned and nodded.

"Oh yeah." She grinned and held my hand. All of a sudden, I felt as though I was being pulled up into the air, then dropped about 3 feet. I wobbled for a second then righted myself.

"Welcome to PSA HQ," Said Dancing. I looked around the room. On one wall were tons of consoles showing the many different locations around Club Penguin. There were several doors with Penguins bustling in and out of them. The only door that didn't have any activity going in and out was a large locked door that said 'Gadget Room'. There were other warnings about how only authorized personnel could go in, no trespassing, et cetera, et cetera. Dancing led me down a corridor to an empty room. She told me to sit down, And handed me a piece of paper to fill out. It needed my name, address, contacts, gender, and general I had filled that out, Dancing took it away. After a while she came back smiling.

"Here's your spy phone. Welcome to the force Ro!" Just like dad.
Since Dancing and I lived close together, she walked with me back to my igloo. I was surprised when we went through the secret entrance and came out into the Sport Shop. Dancing smiled at my expression.

We talked on the way back. Dancing had been an agent for over a year now. She takes orders from the second-in-command of the Penguin Secret Agency, Gary the gadget guy, also known as 'G'. He took his orders from the Director.

"Nobody knows to the Director is," Explained Dancing Rose. "Except for possibly G." I nodded.

"That makes sense."

"So," Dancing said, "How did your mother take the news?"

"How do you think she took it?" I asked.

"Not very well, I imagine." I nodded.

"About twice that badly." Dancing winced.

"Nice. And I suppose Kay wasn't any help."

"She wasn't even there, although I suppose if she had been it would've been much worse." I said, quickly changing the subject.

We talked until she led me to my igloo.

"Good night Ro." I smiled.

"Good night to you too Dancing."She waved goodbye and left.

I walked into my house. Shiver was there and she gazed sleepily up at me from her puffle bed. After checking the doors and windows I ate dinner and went to bed. As I was asleep I smiled. Tomorrow would be the first day of my new life.