Espionage at it's...finest?

So, in case you didn't read the description, I'm Alex James, feel free to NOT comment on my dumb name. I'm a total weirdo verging on creeper in times of emergency, and I tend to be a kind of overbearing koala to my small circle of friends. And when I say koala...yes, I'm that kid who jumps on everyone and rides around on their backs like a sloth who needs to be carried cause her legs don't work.   Anyhoo, looks wise, I'm not too average. And as you probably know all too well, that can go either way. Personally, I'm pretty insecure about my looks, hence the everyday look of lightly smoked out wings and dabs of concealer where I need it.  My hair is my one strong point. It's just past shoulder length and I'm low key in love with the color I picked. It's been dyed silver with lilac tones for the past year. My twin sister tells me I look like a glorified old lady but honestly, I'm cool with that. Do you know how many perks old ladies get??! But yeah, height wise I'm about 5'6" with a pretty fair skin tone (don't even say sun or fake tan...please, I'm begging you. Trust me when I say it just makes me look like an Oompa Loompa. I'm acceptant of my superpower...which is to blind everyone with my skin.)  I have greyish blue eyes which are sort of too big, sometimes I feel like an alien child and you wouldn't believe how many people just walk up to me and spout out crap about my eyes. I kid you not, I've had people just stare at me and then say something along the lines of "crazy eyes, yo." Which doesn't make me nervous or self-conscious at all… Phew, is that enough? Should I talk about my crooked middle fingers or my weird birthmark?? Maybe my fantabulous accents and impersonations? What more do you want to know about me, people??!!! Oh...the author just told me to quit talking about me and tell everyone the story. Here goes. I was sitting on my front porch with my legs crossed, watching the last episode of Charlotte with my headphones in. It was the last day of summer by the way.  I always hated the last day of summer because everything about it seemed like NOT the last day. The air was hot but clear. Puffy white clouds like little sheep hung lazily above me. The leaves were still fresh and vibrant green, rustling in the semi-cool breeze. Birds were either too lazy to do anything but search around for worms and berries, or were up in the trees having extremely competitive singing battles.  The one and only downside was that I had severe pollen allergies, so everytime I stepped outside I sneezed routinely like a maniac… and I hate bugs… Ok, so that's two downsides. Anyway, you get the point, I freaking LOVE summer. And not just because of the break. As a spy and assassin trainee, 11 hours on average are spent training, attending weapons safety classes, acting (my personal favorite), shooting, self-defense, hand to hand etc etc etc etc et- OK I'LL STOP!!  Yeah, the list goes on, but it doesn't really feel like school school, you know? Maybe it's because I'm not being forced to bless a bunch of… other kids (oh the horror) with my beautiful presence… I dunno, like I said before, I'm a koala for a reason. Well, two. Either my flawless self needs protection from all the… other kids *gasp*... or more importantly, my legs are jussstt tooooooo daaaarrrnnnn tttiiiiirrrreeeeddd. So I nneeeeeeeddd someonnnnneeeee to carryyyy meeeeeee.  Ah yes, I'm also a chronic whiner.  … Hehe. Anyway, as I was saying, it was the last day of summer. It was great. I was watching the last episode of my twin sister's favorite anime. All good things come to an end, sadly. As the episode finished and the theme song at the end started. I stretched out and uncrossed my legs. Staring up at the sky with the theme song blaring in my ears. It was moments like these that I really wasn’t sure about. I didn’t really feel any specific emotion, but at the same time I felt like I could see and hear and understand every little thing that was going on everywhere. ...Which is unusual considering I'm a natural fluff head. For real, you wouldn't believe how unaware I am in my daily life. I honestly don't know why I'm a spy. And why I still have a job as a spy… “Alex!” I whipped my head around and pulled my headphones halfway off. “Jeez, Vic, give a girl a warning!” “Whatcha watching?" asked the dark blonde, crouching on the railing of the porch. She ignored my mini heart attack only because she was the cause of all my heart attacks, often more than once in a day. She claimed she had the right as my sister. I don't think I need to explain that I disagree… “I just finished Charlotte” I said, pulling my headphones the rest of the way off. “Damn, I can't finish it, I don't want it to end. Ever.” she said emphatically, swinging her legs over the railing to join me on the floor of the porch. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” I sighed. Charlotte was Vic's favorite anime, so I watched it just so we could fangirl over it.  “Anything new happen over at O.E?” I asked, changing the subject. “Nah” “Nothing at all?? Dude, I'm so bored I could strangle someone.” I groaned. Vic laughed,“deal with it” she shrugged off my obvious agony. “You're seriously the worst.” I complained. “Yeah whatever. Come help me bring our stuff inside. They gave us fresh equipment for that job we're starting tomorrow.” Vic pushed herself to her feet and clattered down the steps to her baby blue 2002 bmw. I jumped over the railing, curious to see our new equipment. Vic had opened the trunk and started hauling out two black duffles. I stared in horror at the logo on the second. “Hey Vic… you never mentioned. Where exactly is this school year mission happening?” I asked, terrified for her response. “Well, for me it’s Green valley public.” she said, an evil grin spreading across her face. “And for me…?” I asked nervously. “Oh, just a nice little elite, private high school called Westwood Academy.” I stared at her in disbelief, trying to gather my jaw from the floor. This can't be happening… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I punched my spoon into the tub of ice cream and jerked it out with a clump of the frozen dessert sticking to it. Let me tell you, it wasn't even REAL ICE CREAM. It was this strange, sugar free, vegan, stuff. My life was officially miserable. First of all I hated school. I wasn't born with school smarts, I've always been more the creative type. But I have this borderline complex where I NEED to have good grades. So I work my butt off and torture myself while refusing to ask for help until I get at least all low A's. So going to an elite academy was probably the WORST job ever. Not to mention, I wasn't even there for school. I was going to trail this dude to get information about a dangerous weapons trade that my organization had caught wind of.  And finally. I WAS GOING WITHOUT MY SISTER!!! I had never gone to school without my sister before. I kind of relied on her for things like a ride, emotional support, ice cream. She drove me everywhere because I was banned from driving after wrecking my fourth car. I'm not even mad. It was a bad decision to put me behind a wheel. I seriously can't drive.  She's also my rock when it comes to the messier side of life. She's the one who will tell me to “suck it up, dummy” while dealing out her ever so rare hugs. Or braid my hair while I rant about my day. And last but not least. She's the one who never fails to pick me up some type of ice cream whenever she goes out. That’s partly why this vegan, sugar free calamity is even more disappointing. Vic knows my ice cream preferences. First of all, go chocolate or go home. Secondly, don’t even start with the sugar free crap. And finally, I HATE almond milk.  At that moment my phone rang, cutting me off from my internal rant about ice cream. I grabbed it and chucked my spoon back in the half-empty tub.  “Yoooo” I drawled into the phone, holding it a slight distance from my face with the speaker on. “Hey, Alex?” Joe’s voice came through. Joe was my friend of pretty much my whole life, so we had a pretty tight bond and often were partnered together for jobs. “Yeah, what up?” I replied, confirming that it was me on the phone. “Did you get your job location yet?” asked Joe, he sounded nervous. I could almost see him tapping his thumbs together anxiously. “Yeah, I’m at Westwood” I tried to play my voice off cool, as if Westwood was no big deal and I didn't really care either way.  “Darn, me too.” groaned Joe.  “I mean, that's not a bad thing.” I shrugged, feeling slightly hurt that he wasn't absolutely stoked to be my partner...for the 7th job in a row. “No, Alex. We're on different jobs. We're not partners this time. I don't know why the O.E can't manage things better, this is ridiculous, two jobs in one location. I mean, hello! The O.E can take the prize this year for worst management…” I zoned him out as I realized what he was talking about. Either Angel would be my partner, I would take on my first solo mission...or.... I would have to work with someone new. I racked my brain to remember if I'd heard anything about someone new. I couldn't think of anything. Maybe Vic had said something when she got home… I rubbed my temples trying to remember our conversation. “...lex. Alex!! Are you even listening to me??” Joe's voice blared through the phone. “Yeah, jeez, chill.” I snapped at him, “do you know who I'm partnering with?” “Mmm, yeah I think it's Angel.” responded Joe, thoughtfully. “Oh ok.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Joe started to laugh, “you thought you would have to be a social kid for once.” he laughed even harder, “without your sister, damn. That's rough.” “Shut up.” I kicked a pillow off the couch with my knee, “I don't care who I work with. I would do it solo if I had to.” I boasted, looking down my nose at the fallen pillow. Joe was still laughing, “sure, sure you would.” “I would!” I protested. “Well, I have to get some sleep. We’re going to be in a sea of snot-nosed brats starting tomorrow and I don't want to face that sleep deprived.” Joe yawned, causing me to yawn loudly over the phone. “Take it easy, Alex. See you tomorrow.” “Yeah, you too. See ya.”  I let my phone slide onto the floor and snuggled down in my couch. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep. And guess what? My alarm clock wasn't even set...