Cool!

Name: Storey

Age: 13

Appearence: Short blonde hair that curves around her face, very big brown eyes, tanned skin, short at about 4'8. Wears soft blue grey shirt with slightly dark blue faded flowers with long sleeves that she rolls up past her elbows, faded denim shorts, dark blue converse sneakers.

Personality: Very quiet, yet a gentle sort of sweet. Stairs at you with big eyes and a curious sort of expression. But she has hidden qualities. Is very strong emotionally.

Family: Lives with her aunt. 

I'll write more soon!

Name: Somewhere

Age: 13

Physcial Features: brown hair, average height, pretty normal

Personality: Cunning, smart. Sometimes rash and doesn't really understand others

Clothing: A t-shirt and jeans.

Family: Lives by herself in an apartment. She is the great-grandaughter of Sometimes (Who is from one of my friend's stories.) Her parents died in an accident. 

Hey, can I join?

-Name: And

-Age: 13

-Physical Features: White hair, with streaks of purple and blue that are always changing, shoulder length, but it really ragged so some of it hanging below and some is above her shoulders. Gold eyes, and is short and wiry.

-Personality: Sweet, sarcasitic, very excited and hyper, but has a very short temper and when she explods, she explodes like TNT.

-Clothing: A ragged jean jacket, short ripped up jeans over black and white leggings, and a black shirt. Loads of mascara and makeup around her eyes.

-Family: None. Is an ophan, and lives in alleyways and off scraps. Is tough and can beat a lot of street gangs herself. 

Storey ~

I glanced down at the sheet of paper in my hand, then back at the house in front of me. Well, the address was right. It looked like a typical suburban home. I stuffed the paper into my bag, and walked up to the door. Professor Lewis said this girl was essential for the mission to work. I calmly knocked on the door, waiting only a moment when a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair pulled back in a pony tail opened the door.

"I'm here to see Vivi," I said calmly. Her mother evidently understood what was going on, because she simply said, "One moment." I glanced around as I waited. I doubted anyone was following, but you could never be sure. A few minutes later, a girl who was slightly taller with jet black hair opened the door.

"Hi! I'm Vivi. Nice to meet you!" she said cheerily.

"Hello. I am Storey. My professor says that we're supposed to go on a mission together," I reply quietly. I still don't want to risk anyone overhearing us.

"Okay. That's cool! How old are you, Store-Store? Can I call you Store-Store? I'm fourteen."

I laugh gently, looking down. "I'm thirteen." I always hated to admit my age, because most agents were at least 14/15 or older. And I was usually underestimated because of my age and height.

"Cooliosisparadeahey!" she said excitedly.

"Huh?" I demanded, wondering if I'd heard her right.

"Oh, it's this thing I say," she replied.

"O-o-okay..." I say, unsure of what else to say.  I shake my head and run my hand through my hair. I needed to stay focused.

I leaned toward her and lowered my voice."Meet me at HQ at two o'clock tomorrow. Tell Lizzy you're meeting with Lewis Ardner. I'll have informed her of what is going on."

Vivi nodded. 

"Oh, and one more thing," I said, rummaging in my bag. I pulled out a small box. I held it out to her. "I need your fingerprint."

She placed her finger on the top of the small box. A blue light flashed, scanning up and down her forefinger. A second later, it beeped to tell me it was complete.

"There, all complete. I trust I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yup, of course!" she said cheefully. I gave her a smile, then turned, and headed back down the walk. She watched me for a moment, then went back inside.

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"She'll meet us tomorrow as planned," I said, sitting in a chair in front of Professor Lewis' desk.

"Good," he said, not bothering to look up. "Be prepared; others will be joining you as well." I nodded, then left without another word.

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So, how's that? You can change it if you like.

Somewhere~

I was reading a book when it happened.

I happen to rather like books.

Books are simple. They don't have emotions.

Emotions sometimes get in the way.

The book I was reading was Ender's Shadow. I rather liked it. It was paraquel to another book, Ender's Game. The main character was Bean, in this book. I could relate to him pretty well. He lived on the streets. I didn't live on the streets, I lived by myself in an apartment, but many of my aquantince thought I did. It was true, I spent most of my days out on the streets, in hidden nooks and cranys, reading.

His name was odd. My name was odd. Of course, there weren't really any "normal" names. But for the day and age the book was written in, his name was quite odd.

Bean was cunning. He knew how to survive by his wits.

I couldn't really realte to that. With my parent's bank account and my apartment, I didn't have to be cunning to survive.

I was thinking this when it happened.

It was purple, that's the first thing I remembered about it.

Purple is a fairly netural color. Or it was. A long time ago. That was when blue was the color of the police.

I've got to get out of here, I thought, franticly. I knew I was just reading in an alleyway, and I'll I'd seen was a neon purple light coming from the window of the building I was ajacent to, but neon purple lights could mean anything in my experience.

I snapped my book shut and stood up.

"You!" someone shouted. I looked around, wildly, wondering if they were yelling at me.

"Somewhere!" Yes, they were. Lots of people knew my name. The people who knew my name were either allies or enimes.

This person could be either.

"Somewhere!" they shouted again, but I turned and started bolting before they could say much more.

"Ha." A small, wiry girl with white hair and blue and purple streaks in it stepped out in front of me. "Did you remember? I'm a ventrilquist, Somewhere." 

No, I did not like ENDER'S SHADOW. But Somewhere does. So there you go.