Chapter two: Deal with it

The sun shone peacefully in New Jersey. The birds peacefully chirping and singing their songs. The orange leaves from the trees slowly falling due to air resistance—

(Reader: Blah blah blah enough with the science-y stuff. Get in with the story!)

At first look, it was a normal day in New Jersey. Until you realize what today is—

"THE FIRST DAY OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!"

I sighed as I watch my sister hop up and down her pink bed. Her shoulder-length brown hair going up and down, up and down, up and down. Okay, pink isn't even close to gold, like last night. You know, the ship was gold, JK was gold (JK is our robot), my equipment was gold, my turtle-neck was gold, even my eyes and hair were gold. Well, let me tell you about me and my family, or at least, part of it. I don't wanna spoil the story...

Okay, first, my dad. His name is Adrain Agent. Okay, I know:

'Hey, dude, aren't you a secret agent, and secret agents are supposed to be you know... Secret? And the surname Agent isn't really a surname. And, uh, it's hard to be a secret agent when your surname is Agent.'

Deal with it. None of my teachers or friends think that I'm a secret Agent. Names have NOTHING to do with your attitude. Unless, you're a My Little Pony character. Anyway, my father is the greatest scientist at TCRI. It's been a while since he's been called to TCRI, but meh, that's alright, we've got it covered.

Next is my mom. Her name's Azul Agent. Okay, I know it sounds weird now since she has dad's surname, but it made a lot more sense when she was single. Her name used to be Azul Gemstone. Weird surname, I know. Anyway, she's a nice gal. She owns a huge company that publishes books. Most successful in the area and pretty much part of the reason why my room's literally filled with books. And no, I'm not a bookworm, just something to do when I'm bored. Before I turned twelve, I was ALWAYS bored. When I turned twelve, my parents enrolled me into gymnastics school, 'cause, you know, they want me to be the spy of the family, and I'm already am. Well, at least since yesterday. Or...last night.

Then, my sister, Audrey Agent. She's super duper hyper. Okay, when the first day of school comes and the last day of summer is such a bust, you'd whine and stuff, guess what? My sister's the exact opposite. She whines when summer comes and rejoices when school comes, partly because friends are always around the corner and partly because she could tutor other kids and get paid for it. FYI, me and my sister's IQs are highly off the chart.

Lastly, there's me. Andi Agent. You pretty much know all about me so far, 'cause I've been slipping it in into the other's introduction, so yeah.

Audrey tugged my arm. "C'mon, c'mon c'mon! I don't wanna be late!" She dragged me out the room.

I was pretty much dressed for school since like, an hour ago, but my sister disagrees with my sense of style.

For starters, I don't like long hair, one because I can't imagine myself getting caught in a mission because of my locks. I wanted something shorter, like how the boys cut their hair, but I was out-voted by my family and instead, I got short hair with uneven pointed ends.

I don't like tight pants, leggings, skinny jeans, or anything that's tight around my legs. You have no idea how hard it is for me to move. The closest thing that I allow around my legs is a pair of tracking pants. That's it, other than that, skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt.

I don't like jackets, too tight for comfort around my arms. So in winter, I wear a comfortable off-shoulder long sleeve under a shirt and a thick poncho.

I don't like shoes that go lower than my knees unless I'm wearing knee-high socks. So everyday, I wear boots. My favorite pair of boots so far are my red sneaker boots. Okay, you may not have heard about those, but they're boots about an inch below my knees, super comfy, and have shoelaces and soles.

Oh, right, forgot to mention, I'm also not a fan of accessories and makeup. There, all the things I don't like. Basically, I like anything comfy, loose, and breathable.

I waited for fifteen minutes outside the bathroom, waiting for my sister to finish dressing. Apparently, she likes long hair and accessories. Okay, she doesn't like anything too tight or makeup, and I said that she disagrees with my sense of style. I like regular fabric while she likes satin and silk. I dislike denim, but she likes wearing denim skirts. Denim is too rough for me.

When she FINALLY came out of the bathroom, her hair was in two high pigtails, it look kinda messy since she has too many baby hairs, can't blame anyone that her baby hairs don't grow as quickly as mom's. Oh, and did I forget to mention that she liked dresses and jackets? She wore a pink dress and a black leather jacket. Don't ask me why, but her shoes are new EVERY season. And this season she wore orange sneakers because they matched the autumn color.

"So," she said, walking in front of me and doing a twirl, "how do I look~?"

"Like you," I replied with a smirk.

"Haha."

"Audrey, Andi, school bus is coming soon!" mom called.

"Let's go," I said, tilting my head towards the dining room.

"Great!" Audrey agreed, clapping her hands and hopping a little then running down the white hall.

When my family got to the dining room, I made breakfast. I make breakfast because when dad touches cooking-ware, it goes bye-bye. I know, the irony! And mom has an issue with the stove, and Audrey, let's just say that her cooking is...unique, but hey, she's still learning!

A few minutes later, we had to leave for school or work. My sister goes to a different school as me, mostly because she didn't want to develop a reputation for beating up higher levels for teasing her grade.

My school was New Jersey Gem High, or as we students like to call it, NJGHS. Just when I was about to walk in, I saw my BFF, Sandy Smith. She rode her white skateboard with yellow butterflies under it and orange wheels on a bench and to me. She removed her yellow helmet, revealing her messy platinum blonde hair and a yellow butterfly clip.

"Nice to see you again, Agent," she said, placing her right foot on her skate board and tucking her helmet under her arm.

"Woah, your hair," I said, looking how messy it was (of course it's even messier than mine). No offense, but I'm a girl, I like it better when the world is a least a little more clean.

She took out a small gold mirror from her black backpack and looked at herself. She made a surprised noise at the sight of her hair.

"Hold this for me, will yah?" She asked, handing me her helmet and grabbing a silver comb from her bag and fixing her hair into a ponytail with a turquoise scrunchie and the same butterfly clip. "There, all better." She took back her helmet and we both walked into the school.