Being a girl is hard enough, but fitting a few extra names and lives into that designer purse alongside that all-important lipstick is even harder. You might have heard of my cousin's friend, Cammie Morgan's exploits at the Gallaghar Acadamy for Exceptional Young Women. You might have thought, "Wow, that must be hard!" You might have heard about Cammie and Josh, or Cammie and Zach. You probably know about the Blackthorne Acadamy for Boys. But, and this I am very sure of, you've never heard of the Permanent Placement Program. And that, is where I, Andrea Jones have been placed.

The Permanent Placement Program is for spies born and bred. I've been a spy since I was in diapers, for crying out loud. My sister friend, Mara (her real name is Maragret Thompson, but don't tell her I told you that!) and I have been together since we were toddlers, learning how to work together and be a solid, perfect team. We've lived in regular families, with regular names, going to regular schools, having a regular life, being regular kids. But after that school bell rings, us, and four other girls attend a special class at the Gallaghar Acadamy. Naturally, the students there don't know about us-and we intend to keep it that way.

At our class at the GA (you know what I mean-and this is WAY easier), I'm Butterfly (please, don't ask where THAT originated from-it's WAY embarrasing), and I'm in my element. I may only be fourteen and a freshman, but, believe me; we 3P girls know what we're doing. Unlike our sisters in the GA, we know how to work with normal people. I guess I forgot to tell you about the rest of our members. There's Lily, and Emma (they're a great pair-they've been together as long as Mara and I have been), and Katie and DeeDee (like the rest of us, they're a great team). Normally, we had a great routine-school, after-school activities, class, homework, you know. But that routine bit the dust when Cammie, and her friends (Rebecca Baxter, Elizabeth Sutton, and Macey McHenry) decided to get involved with what they called "townies". I guess it wasn't all their fault. Part of it was Josh Abram's fault. But you know all about him, don't you? How he noticed Cammie when no one did, and how he and Cammie started dating? We think it's romantic too. But there was one teensy-weensy problem. The 3P's were assigned a mission-to make sure nothing came of Cammie and Josh dating. And that was really hard. Believe me.

"Come on, Andi! We're going to be late!" My obnoxious older brother, Dillon was yelling for me to get in the car so we could get to the carnival.

"I'm coming! I'll be there in a few minutes!" I called back.

"No way, we've gotta go now! Josh and everyone are waiting!" Dillon can be so annoying sometimes.

"Dillon Jones, you will wait until your sister is ready!" my mom yelled as I grabbed my bag, stuffed my coms unit in and calmly strolled into the garage.

"C'mon, Dillon. You're not driving, though. Right?" I asked. He may have gotten his license earlier this year, but I still didn't trust him to drive safely. He almost always knocks over either the mailbox or a stop sign, or even the trashcan, once.

"Mom, can I-" Dillon started to yell.

"No, Dillon. You are NOT driving." Mom and Dad didn't really trust him to drive either (when you've nearly run over the neighbor's cat, you don't exactly trust said driver to drive safely.)

"Your mother is driving." Dad called through the garage door. Dillion and I climbed into the backseat (Mom and Dad get the front seat), and soon, we were on our way, all four of us and Mom's famous brownies (well, famous around here, in Roseville).

When we reached the carnival, I had found Mara, Lily and Emma. We decided to try to find Katie and DeeDee. I headed for the funnel cake stand (have you ever tried those things? They're delicious, plus I can always find Katie there-she absolutely adores them.) but I soon ran into Mr. Smith. He didn't look like Mr. Smith, but then again, he never looks the same. We exchanged hellos, and I asked him a question about our homework (hey, it's a CLASS, people. We get homework, and lots of it). He answered it, and we were off. I had just found Katie when I saw Liz. I almost called out to her, but Katie stopped me. Katie then saw Bex (Remember, her full name is Rebecca) and took off after her. I reached into my purse and yanked out my comms set, jamming it into my ear. I tuned it so I could communicate with my girls. DeeDee was monitoring their channel and listening to ours.

"Daffodil, you'd best follow Mr. Smith. I know you've got your group thing with Josh and Dillon, but we gotta find out what they're doing here." I whispered when I bumped into DeeDee (Daffodil) her checked her comms set.

"All right, Butterfly." She winked and headed for the ferris wheel.

"Ok. Let's get to work, Ladies." I whispered.

"Monarch, Bluebird, why don't you tail Bex?" I asked, naming Lily and Emma. "She's a priority-dangerous."

"Butterfly, I'll take Liz by myself. She shouldn't be too hard. Unless you want to trail her?"

"Nah. This way, she won't regognize me. You're pretty inconspicious, Carnation." I told Katie.

"Wait, Butterfly, what do you mean, 'she won't recognize me'? Do you know something we don't?" Lily (Monarch) asked.

"Look, guys, Liz is my cousin. You know, as in the 'see once a year at the annual family reunion' kind of cousin. She doesn't even know where I live, but I don't want to run the risk of her regognizing me."

"That's ok, Butterfly. You and Miss Kicks-a-lot should take Cammie. She's supposed to be good…"

"Sounds good to me, Carnation. We've got Cammie in sight."

"Miss Kicks-a-lot?" I heard Mara mutter. "It's Gracious!" Honestly, we all smothered laughter at that. Mara really does kick-hard-when she's mad. You don't want to get between her and her books when she wants them. Powerful, she is, but Gracious, she's not.

Eventually, we figured out what their mission was-to find out what Mr. Smith drinks with his funnel cakes. The new CoveOps teacher, Mr. Solomon told us that we were on Mr. Smith's side. We warned him about Bex and Liz, but we decided to see what Cammie would do. She completed her mission, but not before being spotted. By a boy. By Josh.

"Code Red, Code Red!" I practically heard Katie yell.