Id first of like to say that theres a lot of stuff, from a lot of places, that isn't mine (quotes etc.)

So, i realize that my descriptions of the characters are... lacking, and im to lazy to go back and incorporate descriptions, so here are some quickies.

Ace: Brown straight hair cut short, brown eyes, all together a pretty feminine face though
Johnny:
Nicebody and good face, brown curly hair, green eyes. Very sportish and nice
Charles: Black straight hair, brown eyes, also hot, but in a less conspicuous manner than johnny
Paul: I like to think he looks kind of like Ron Weasely, but with a different personality.
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I am a genius. Well, technically I'm a grey-hat hacker. I don't consider myself bad or wrong, I like to think of myself as an explorer, a pioneer if you will.

There are two incidents that are monumental marks of my hacking career. Once, when i was five, and I hacked the coke machine after much fiddling, and the time i went to visit a couple in Kensington when i was 11. Well, to do this, i needed a passport. And it occurred to me that a passport was just another name for a document treacherously inflicted upon a citizen going abroad, exposing him or her as an alien and pointing him out for special reprobation and outrage. I couldn't have that. So, as any computer savvy person would do, I hacked the governments international affairs sector and crashed the system for a few minutes. Nothing drastic, just enough to give them a scare. Then i fixed it...mostly.

The name printed on the slip of paper known as a "birth certificate" says Lisa, but I'm called Ace. The slip of paper also says i have no parents, I was in and out of foster homes for 7 years before i got smart and took matters into my own hands. Now I'm Lisa Ace Hammond, 17 year old computer protégées, living the good life in London England.

Thats when I decided to finish school. Yes, I do have some morals, surprising, I know. Well, actually I was just bored. But whatever, the outcomes still the same. Thats when i enrolled in St Beatrices School for Boys. No I am NOT a pervert, but like i said, bored. So, here I am, walking up the steps to testosterone heaven.

Well, my first impression to be honest was, "bloody hell, all the boys in the world are at the tip of my finger". Shallow, i know. I get to my room, which is top notch of course, because moneys not an object for any decent hacker without a mum breathin down their neck. Then i see theres two beds. I drop my duffel and turn around just as a boy (a very fit boy i might add) walks through the door. "your my new roomie i suppose?" I nod stupidly. Now, i know i said i wasn't a perv, but even computer geniuses have hormones, and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. This won't be to bad, i think to myself No! No no no, BAD ACE. You cant put your entertainment in jeopardy, just for a pretty face!...But I cant ask for a single now! They'll be suspicious! I justified. He tossed his duffel bag down "Yeah, um, I've got football practice, but I call left bed. Well, that was SUCH a typical boy answer, but then he stripped his shirt for his practice jersey and... well, it was decided. I was there to stay.

A bit after I put my things away, my roomy came back. I sat up on the bed and cleared my throat. "The names Ace. Orphan. Age 17. Hobby: Halo and online RPG's . You?" Close one, I almost slipped my astrological sign in. He glanced over his shoulder, busy throwing his clothes all over the floor in what i recognized to be the boys' equivalent to unpacking. "Johnny. 17.Mum and dad cops. Hobby: football. Lemme just finish unpacking and we'll head to the cafe for a bite. I'm bloody starvin." I froze up. It's like a natural reaction. Hackers are born with a natural instinct to keep away from the filth, and here i was fraternizin' with the seed of half the blinkin force!

Regardless, I followed johnny to the cafe. It was pretty damn crowded as we made our way into a line. I was reading the menu when i was jostled from behind, making me trip into the boy in front of me. "Sor-" I began. The boy turned around, looked me up and down, and the he snorted! The git actually snorted at me! Johnny came up beside me as the boy walked away "You survived your first encounter with Charles. I'm impressed Ace. I suppose it's lucky that you've got such a girly face eh?" he joked. "Why is it impressive that I've "survived"?" I asked. Another boy, a tall red head named Paul came to stand with us. "because," he said with a nod towards Charles retreating figure "He is a self made millionaire. With his little pinky, he can make or break anyone." "Which old auntie did he poison?" I joked. Johnny answered. "Naw, he invented some military program Cosmo or something." I raised my brows. Cosmos, that IS impressive. I think saint Beatrices school for boys will be a nice antidote for boredom.

I sat in my psychology, laptop out. I glanced to my left at Charles, then back at my screen. Lets have some fun, I grinned wickedly.

Every King Must Be Dethroned. I've Declared War.

I glanced sideways again as he received my Instant Message. He only raised an eyebrow.

I quickly hacked into the Schools P.A. System, pulled up an audio file, and clicked. The P.A. System began to blast a robotic voice that said:

Poor Isabella's Dead, whose abdication

Set all tongues wagging in the Spanish nation. For that performance 'twere unfair to scold her: She wisely left a throne too hot to hold her. To History she'll be no royal riddle -- Merely a plain parched pea that jumped the griddle.

I sat back, enjoying my handy work, watching the teacher's confused face. I heard a chuckle and saw Charles typing. My instant messaging box flew up seconds later.

I prefer the pestilence of despotism to the plague of anarchy.

I looked at him. Feck. He traced me. Damn he's good. This is getting fun. He nodded his head in acknowledgment.

I got back to the room and began working. I opened the laptop, maneuvered through school software, that could use updating, and pulled up Charles' file.

Charles Fitzgerald
Age: 17
Class Rank: 1 (Not for long)
Record: (of course, doubtless it's actually spotless though)
Family life: Lives with Aunt at Pemperly estate; one sibling, brother, William Fitzgerald, age 8.
Sports: None

I logged out just as johnny walked in. He grabbed his jersey. "I'm going for practice. See you." Great, i can shower now. Just because I act like a boy doesn't mean i have to smell like one. I stripped down to my knickers and special chest-binding corset. And thats when johnny walked back in. "Forgot my-BLODDY HELL YOUR A GIR-mpff!!"I shut his mouth for him. Forcefully. Feck. This is bad. Very bad..