Would it be okay if I'm new? Because it seems like Cindy, Snow and Gretal are pretty close already... So I'll just post like I'm new and if that's not okay, I can post something different. 

Aurora Beauty-

"Here you are, Miss Beauty." Barry says, looking at me in the rearview mirror. 

"This is a spy school? It looks more like a finishing school." I frown as the gates open to let us in. A long path leads up to a three story white building that sparkles in the sun.

Barry stops the car and holds open the door to let me out. A small woman is standing on the white steps of the school. She doesn't smile. She just stands there like a statue. Her clothes are all boring shades of grey. 

"No fashion sense at all." I mutter to myself.

"What was that?" Barry asks as he hands me two of my four suitcases.

I shoulder my purse. "Nothing."

The lady on the stairs greets me curtly and then leads me inside. The school is spotless, which Mother certainly would approve of.

"Where is my room?" I want to know as we stand in the elevator, which takes us to the third floor.

"It is not my job to bother with students' sleeping quarters." The woman answers without even looking at me. It's almost as if she memorized that sentence. "I am to take you to the headmistress."

I roll my eyes. Great, I've landed at a robot school. We walk down the hall of the second floor, which is lined by wooden doors. At the end is one that is even bigger than the rest. The woman knocks loudly.

"Come in." A voice says.

Inside is a young woman sitting at a big desk and across from her are three girls. All three turn around when I enter. And as if on cue they all exchange looks that say it all.

"Why, hello. You must be Aurora!" The young woman at the desk stands up. "I'm Miss Hutchinson, the school principal."

"Hello." I curtsy and watch as the three girls exchange glances again. "You know, if any of you have some problem you can talk to me. I'm not blind or something." The girls just stare. One of them, a girl with chin length blond hair and bright blue eyes like sapphires, surpresses a giggle. 

"Now, now. We don't want any fighting, do we?" Miss Hutchinson seems nervous about us fighting. "Aurora, why don't you sit down?"

I know it's not that great but I don't want this thread to die!   

Miss Hutchinson's door is surprisingly squeaky for one so fastidious as she. The door lets out an ear-splitting shriek as it opens into the well-kept office.

She sits behind the imposing desk, fingers steepled imperiously over a manila folder. "Sit down," she says curtly.

Cindy immediately plops down into an overstuffed pink armchair. Gretel and Elizabeth find more courteous means of seating themselves, and while they are doing so, Miss Hutchinson continues.

"You have heard of the Vallin race, yes?" They nod. Who in the Academy hasn't? They're a rather violent species of alien life determined to bulldoze the Earth for its obstruction of their view of Venus. The only thing keeping them at bay were the Academy's graduates, protectors of the soil.

Miss Hutchinson draws in a measured breath. "Well, certain circumstances have made it obvious that we are, quite frankly, hilariously outmatched. Certain other circumstances have made it marginally less clear that you three are necessary in this planet's continuation."

Cindy puzzles through the principal's twisted maze of words. "Was that even English?" she mumbles to Gretel.

She raises an eyebrow and replies, "They need us for a mission."

"Oh." Cindy's face cracks into a daring smile. "I like this. Continue."

Miss Hutchinson pushes the file across the desk and lifts the cover open. In it are three pictures. The first shows Cindy, aged fifteen, shouting at someone off-camera. Her hand is raised, pistol in hand, and depicted clearly on the inside of her wrist is the Academy's insignia.

The same is for the other two pictures. Gretel at a very young age, her pale face drawn and gaunt, tear tracks running through the dirt on her face. On the side of her chin is the same symbol.

Elizabeth, or Snow as she is technically named, seems to be asleep in her photograph. Her eyes are shut tightly and her black hair spills over her face as if she had been laid there. The Academy's sign is in the hollow of her neck.

Cindy checks the inside of her own wrist. Nothing there but pale flesh. "What's going on, then?" she asked Miss Hutchinson.

The principal closed the file. "We have reason to believe that these pictures were taken at the time of a wave released by the Vallin forces, marking you as 'property' of the Academy. This is how we came across each of you.

"This is highly classified information, Cindy, Gretel, Snow." Elizabeth flinches as she hears her real name. "But you have an assignment. It will differ drastically from those you have received in the past. No more bouncing around trying to discover what certain teachers eat for lunch." The principal meets each of the girls' eyes, one by one. 

"Miss Evangeline will lead you to the training room."

Gretel ~

I introduced myself to Aurora proplerly as we walked to the training room. I made a point to tell her my social status here. She might as well know in advance what she was getting into being potential friends. She had to know about me first and what I was like.

My jaw dropped when we entered the Training Room. It was filled with everything you need to beome a spy from gymnastic equipment, to state of the art technology, to wardrobe, to camouflage. I muscular woman greeted us. She looked us up and down, and for once, I felt a little self-conscious. She stopped in front of Aurora, staring disdainfully at her feet. The two went on an argument about whether or not Aurora could wear heels. She claimed to be able to run in them, and again I stifled a giggle. I wished this woman would let her wear the heels just so I could see. She gave Aurora black boots to wear and continued. We would begin our training. "So, let's start," she said. "I'm Holly, and that is what you will call me." We nodded, not daring to say anything. She led us to the gymnastics area. "You'll begin with exercises of the body. You may think you're flexible, and quite good at this already, but you need your body to be pliable for whatever comes. You need to be ready to bend yourself to whatever the situation requires." She looked at us, and her eyes rested on me. She smiled in a way that made me groan. "Gretel, you first." I stepped up to the floor. She smiled again. "Do a routine across the floor, whatever you please." I got into postion, foot pointed in front of me, arms raised. I started off, when suddenly, a panel shifted under me, causing me to land with a very loud, very painful thud. I glared at Holly, who was grinning madly, and continued. I soon realized the entire floor was rigged to have the floor, move, disappear, or things pop up for you to dodge. After falling over 12 times, I finally made it across, and stood in line with the others, who looked at with wide eyes. "Okay, that SERIOUSLY hurt!" I said, rubbing my shoulder. I looked at them. "Get ready."

Okay, so spy training has begun!

kk sorry