Chapter 1

"Well, X certainly does count for this logarithmic equation". "However, Z remains a postulate". "hmmm". A little girl with short brown hair, a pale face, with large eyes, and tiny hands sat on the carpeted floor up in her bedroom. Her "shining stars" shirt was seen, as she went on her knees to a whiteboard, to tidy up her equation. At 4"6, she looked as if she could be 4 or 5. Her fingers could be put in her mouth, too. But she sat cross legged, looking up. A cute little girl couldn't be nine, starting High School in a week. She just didn't look it. The young-looking girl who hadn't changed, physically of course, since she was 5, went about happily solving the Primrose conjecture, and writing these numbers scattered about on her whiteboard as moved about on her carpet, going from one side to another. Her room was a nice midsized trajectory, with her bed against the wall, and a desk nearby. Molecules sat on the desk, and her door was right there.

The house was a nice contemporary Modern for the Millenia. Although, it was located in a wide area. A large hill covered the majority of their backyard with acres of farmland. Her and her sister, Nala, shared a swing set outside there, but above that, rolling hills of farm esteemed the land. A wide area, to do anything, was what it was.

"Grrf", "Grrf". The shuffling along of the gold retriever, was heard as he came into her room. He did this frequently, as his was that of just existence, at this point. Wandering around, going in everyone's rooms is what he did most, and best. He came up to give Alex a kiss. From a side view, he was poised and ready, coming up behind her. "Oh, not now". She said to "Goldie", their retriever. "couldn't you go torment someone else today?", was her question. She gently pushed the retriever away, nudging him from her back. Still the ten-year- old retriever stood panting, as Alex still went over her board. The sound perhaps didn't travel far enough as it was a bit muffled, although a light,

"Hey, Alex, come on down here!", was called. Still looking at her board, she put the cap back on her marker, and went to get "Goldie" to go back downstairs. "He can't be up here." "He'll get germs all through the house." Was her statement. "His presence is enough". She stood up, ready to shoo Goldie away. Until, "Hey Alex, are you ready for lunch?", was heard clearer. She turned her head, hearing her mom make the statement. "Mom, you obviously know I was working on a breakthrough for mankind". She said. "it's the last week of summer. I mean, why don't you go outside and play?" A reluctant groan came from her, as she opened her side doors leading to their porch.

A hot tub, sat on the left, while an entertaining and eating area was pedestaled on the right. Going down the little steps to the swing set, she quickly climbed up the ladder, and went down the slide. The presence of this factor, could lead anyone to allude the premise of her looking, "very young". Skinny was one of the optimums. Little. Much like one, who possessed the posterior of being, malnourished and underdeveloped, at one point early on in life would look. She quickly got up, at the end of the slide, heading the direction of back in. "There." She declared. "I'm played".

Going back in, she brushed past her mom, readying to go back upstairs. "Ok, well, you're not memorizing the handbook, and Code of Conduct a 12th time". Mom had said. "But, if there's a fire drill, and the procedures are not followed through, what will happen to the Student Body then?". "Certainly not anything orderly". Alex pointed out. "There also is appendix 4 which states Disciplinary action against those in violation of the dress code". Her mom knelt down besides her stating, "No one will violate the dress code". "If they do. Don't say anything." "Truancy is no joke mom". "this insubordinate behavior may be permitted at Wilmott, or hippy dippy Palm Bay Academy, but never in the sanctums of my house". Alex walked

"Title 3, Subsection B states, anyone smoking on school grounds is subject to suspension, with possible expulsion if such behavior continues". Alex's mom rolled her eyes. "There you go". She sighed. Gathering her outside materials, she went out to take a look at the yard. "No selling items on school property after school hours, gambling on school grounds can result in a ten- week suspension, and possible prosecution, animals are not permitted on school grounds, unless for other legitimate reasons… no mixing or throwing food, gosh", Alex said reading the handbook a 13th time, "I love rules and regulations". Setting the handbook down, she went upstairs to her room to finish her problem. Everything in the house was functioning normally. Nala was yelling at Alex for not allowing her food to touch on her plate at Dinner, Alex's dad, Benjamin was coercing her into spending time with him, it was pretty normal to the naked eye. From a certain Treehouse, a long -ways away, someone was watching.

Nigel Uno looked at the computer scanning data, and background information on Alex. "hmmm," he had rubbed his chin in thought. "well, this forms an interesting postulate for any derision that adults are in fact, poison". Hoagie commented no longer being silly or quirky, as he always was. "Of course, it does". Nigel said harshly. "We've been inducting calculations on Alexandria for 10 weeks at the rate". " Nigel observed. "what we're seeing here isn't in fact an ordinary case of Savant Syndrome". "This is a case of adoptive-receptive attachments". "Prenatal Abandonment, neglect, and some cases of abuse". "well," Hoagie mentioned. "I did notice her appearance differing from that of her parents". "Hmmmm. This could be why her IQ spiked". Abby, another KND operative who had been walking by, commented. After looking at the data herself, she went, "Yes. By like…. A lot". "Did you see this?" she looked closer. "Her IQ is at 200 right now". Hoagie had pursed his red lips. Obviously, he had "freshened up" before, to go out with Abby's older sister Cree. For a mission of course. Secret agent Hoagie. He put on red lipstick. He was like a woman of sorts.

"That's weird". "usually, an IQ level, associated with multiciliate brain damage, often goes on a downward parabolic direction". "leading to intellectual disability". "Yes, it is". "But we must take this matter into our own hands". Nigel stated. "Let us make this into a mission". "I say, can't we just leave Alex alone?" Abigail said. "She's got her own thing". "Let her do it". "While I normally would agree", Nigel said, "This could be an interesting experiment". "the connection between evil adults and young children".

"You have to understand, Alex may want to be left alone". Hoagie stated. "Don't force her to do anything she doesn't want, for right now". "I'm with Hoagie on this one". Abby sided with Hoagie. "Alex isn't the kind of girl that just does stuff". "I'd let her be". Nigel cut in. "Alright, alright" "Although, it could land me billions". "I could get a spot in the Galactic Kids Next Door". "They are looking for seminar positions". Abby shrugged. "well, I guess if it helps". "we'll show her what KND does". She remarked. "Yes" "hold on, I'll see which operatives are on use". "Or…" Hoagie said, curving a deceptive, grunge style 90's smile. "you could get her in our treehouse". "how would I do that?" Nigel asked. "With a little methodical planning". Hoagie said. "let's see which operative is be the best at convincing Alexandria Ross to do things?". "Who is friendly and chipper with EVERYONE?". They all turned to see Numbuh 3, Kuki Sanban eating a popsicle, laughing to herself. "Kuki". They all said in unison. "She's already friends with Alexandria" "she thinks the world of her". "Alex thinks a majority of her as well". "Let's use her". They agreed. Kuki hopped over to them. "Bon Appetit! What is it?". She said. "I need a favor". Numbuh 1 said. "oh, a favor?" "oh. Ok". She said walking away. "ooooooooo! I get to see my best friend in the whole world!" she squealed. "Alex", she said dreamily, almost sinking. "I love her". Indeed, she did. It would help them tremendously.