The screech of a siren startled the three girls awake and sent them tumbling to the concrete floor from their bunks in surprise.
“My knee,” Walskia whined as she landed on superiore, in alto of Ricoette who had landed on superiore, in alto of Private who detto “ow…”.
Then there was Skipper, standing above them, looking down at them disapprovingly at the three drowsy females.
“Up and at them, girls,” she barked in a megaphone.
“It’s so early!” Walskia complained, looking at her watch, which read 5:01.
Skipper also took a glance at the twelve-hour classroom clock they had hung on their home bacheca between all their unpacking. In fact, they weren’t even done unpacking yet. Brown boxes still laid strewn about. “What are te talking about?” she declared, “young, poor, little, innocent Malaysian boys wake up a whole full ora ahead just to attend a school in another country two hours away! Are te lowering yourself to be actually lower those wusses?” She paused, watching her soldiers unpile. “Anyways, today I was nicer to te girls. Because from tomorrow onwards, we will be waking up at 0400!”
più groans, which made Skipper smirk. “Well, our school mission starts today. We’d better get ready to train before going to school! I call bathroom!”
She ran through the metal door leading towards the bathroom Private found yesterday while the other girls started preparing breakfast, wading through the boxes, trying to find the cucina appliances.
If te are eager to imagine how the four girls look like in the morning, them being girl humans and all, then fine I will give te a description. Private was in a thin, frilly, pale rosa nightgown with a fuzzy little picture of a brown teddy orso on it (because what else would she wear?), and silk blue leggings. Walskia had on flannel pajamas with pictures of scientific instruments creating a pattern on the cotton. Ricoette wore nothing. No, just kidding. She wore a tank superiore, in alto and shorts. Her messy red and black hair was messier than usual. Skipper had on a gigantic camicia and jeans.
They were all wearing big, blue nightcaps.
Soon, they were all seated around the concrete tavolo (which they had been able to set up along with the bunks and clock yesterday) with their breakfast in their bowls while Skipper handed out yellow files to each of them. The files were packed full with their assignments.
“Remember the operation,” Skipper detto as she took a sip from her coffee.
“Yes, of course, Skipper,” Private giggled. “My first ever. How could I forget?”
If te are thinking that they are going to school to learn, te are wrong. Well, sort of. These girls were operatives for the Commando Girls Control Center (CGCC), who had plucked them out of their original schools/colleges to start to infiltrate suspicious schools in the state today. Private had tagged along on missions long before with them in training, but this was the first time she was actually joining one.
They were going in undercover in all the schools, disguised as schoolgirls, and their first one was this elite school, the Central Park Girls Academy. There was a Central Park Boys Academy right successivo to it, in case te need to know. Both schools were big private ones filled with teenagers who were special, gifted, loaded, and/or their parents were pretty powerful. te see, these weren’t schools just for anybody. They churned out people who influenced society.
Yet…there was also a dark side that was behind all that glamour and trophies and awards. And these girls were to find out what it was and change it, while incognito.
They opened their files.
There were papers in there. Their fake identity papers and info on the school, including the brochure. They first looked at their fake ID papers.
Skipper Justice Stewart was going in as a 17 anno old girl named ‘Skyla Smith’, who had done gymnastics as an activity when she was young but had grown a big talent for it, which was why she had been accepted into the academy.
Koko Walskia Cadunski was going in as , also 17, who had won many awards for academics and had scored very high on the state tests when she was 15, and did excellent in math and science, which was how she got in. She would be a grade higher than ‘Skyla’.
Ricoette Shay Dinomyte was to be ‘Rica McDonald’, and 16 years old, a grade lower than Skyla. She was skilled in building and fixing items, though not inventing anything. She also had a talent in art. Spanish was to be her first language, which was why she didn’t speak much in English. She would be in a grade lower than ‘Skyla’.
Private’s Emily Tux name was going to be ‘Katy Nikki Johnson’, who got into the school da pure charisma, and from a wealthy family. She rocked in fashion and was a gifted designer, so the school immediately accepted her. Her grade was right below ‘Rica’s’.
They were all in different grades so they were spread out among the levels in order to and infiltrate more.
There were many other lies in their folders, but nothing the girls couldn’t handle. Sure, Skipper could do gymnastics. She could also do martial arts and other awesome physical activities with great skill, but they were not mentioned in the portafoglio, portfolio thingy. Walskia did waaaaay più than just ‘excellent’ in academics. She was insanely smarter than the folder said. Ricoette was great at building and fixing things. But it didn’t mention she was especially superb in building weapons. And Private did splendid in fashion designing, but that was not her true forte.
There was other random information, like their zodiac signs, their birthdays, what hobbies they did in the past, what they wanted to be in the future, etc. All false information, of course, in order to deceive those of their true identity, which was, again, secret agent commando soldiers. This looks like it’s going to be an odd fanfic…
There were details on how they were supposed to look. Boring, brown hair was one, in order to blend in a little bit più instead of sticking out with their jet black hair. Also, there were great fake reasons why they stuck around so much and all lived together, lots of them being that they were a rock band, the Penguinettes. (remember?).
Private then realized something. “Skippah,” she gasped, “Doesn’t Juliet already know our true identities?”
Skipper waved her concern away. “We’ll look different in our brown hair and fake names. Anyways, I think those three are stupider than they look, so they might have forgotten all about us already. I wouldn’t worry about them.”
After breakfast, they did their morning training, which Walskia, Ricoette, and Private were reluctant to do, before the sunrise on superiore, in alto of their HQ. Luckily no one was up yet to witness them.
Then Skipper hopped off to the cleaners to get their school uniforms while the other three transformed their hair with wigs. (Hey. It’s much easier than dyeing.) Private had the lightest color one, and both hers and Walskia’s were wavy.
Finally, Skipper returned, they packed their bags, and were suddenly off to the Central Park Girls Academy in their rosa convertible, along with the rest of the teenage crowd.
“My knee,” Walskia whined as she landed on superiore, in alto of Ricoette who had landed on superiore, in alto of Private who detto “ow…”.
Then there was Skipper, standing above them, looking down at them disapprovingly at the three drowsy females.
“Up and at them, girls,” she barked in a megaphone.
“It’s so early!” Walskia complained, looking at her watch, which read 5:01.
Skipper also took a glance at the twelve-hour classroom clock they had hung on their home bacheca between all their unpacking. In fact, they weren’t even done unpacking yet. Brown boxes still laid strewn about. “What are te talking about?” she declared, “young, poor, little, innocent Malaysian boys wake up a whole full ora ahead just to attend a school in another country two hours away! Are te lowering yourself to be actually lower those wusses?” She paused, watching her soldiers unpile. “Anyways, today I was nicer to te girls. Because from tomorrow onwards, we will be waking up at 0400!”
più groans, which made Skipper smirk. “Well, our school mission starts today. We’d better get ready to train before going to school! I call bathroom!”
She ran through the metal door leading towards the bathroom Private found yesterday while the other girls started preparing breakfast, wading through the boxes, trying to find the cucina appliances.
If te are eager to imagine how the four girls look like in the morning, them being girl humans and all, then fine I will give te a description. Private was in a thin, frilly, pale rosa nightgown with a fuzzy little picture of a brown teddy orso on it (because what else would she wear?), and silk blue leggings. Walskia had on flannel pajamas with pictures of scientific instruments creating a pattern on the cotton. Ricoette wore nothing. No, just kidding. She wore a tank superiore, in alto and shorts. Her messy red and black hair was messier than usual. Skipper had on a gigantic camicia and jeans.
They were all wearing big, blue nightcaps.
Soon, they were all seated around the concrete tavolo (which they had been able to set up along with the bunks and clock yesterday) with their breakfast in their bowls while Skipper handed out yellow files to each of them. The files were packed full with their assignments.
“Remember the operation,” Skipper detto as she took a sip from her coffee.
“Yes, of course, Skipper,” Private giggled. “My first ever. How could I forget?”
If te are thinking that they are going to school to learn, te are wrong. Well, sort of. These girls were operatives for the Commando Girls Control Center (CGCC), who had plucked them out of their original schools/colleges to start to infiltrate suspicious schools in the state today. Private had tagged along on missions long before with them in training, but this was the first time she was actually joining one.
They were going in undercover in all the schools, disguised as schoolgirls, and their first one was this elite school, the Central Park Girls Academy. There was a Central Park Boys Academy right successivo to it, in case te need to know. Both schools were big private ones filled with teenagers who were special, gifted, loaded, and/or their parents were pretty powerful. te see, these weren’t schools just for anybody. They churned out people who influenced society.
Yet…there was also a dark side that was behind all that glamour and trophies and awards. And these girls were to find out what it was and change it, while incognito.
They opened their files.
There were papers in there. Their fake identity papers and info on the school, including the brochure. They first looked at their fake ID papers.
Skipper Justice Stewart was going in as a 17 anno old girl named ‘Skyla Smith’, who had done gymnastics as an activity when she was young but had grown a big talent for it, which was why she had been accepted into the academy.
Koko Walskia Cadunski was going in as , also 17, who had won many awards for academics and had scored very high on the state tests when she was 15, and did excellent in math and science, which was how she got in. She would be a grade higher than ‘Skyla’.
Ricoette Shay Dinomyte was to be ‘Rica McDonald’, and 16 years old, a grade lower than Skyla. She was skilled in building and fixing items, though not inventing anything. She also had a talent in art. Spanish was to be her first language, which was why she didn’t speak much in English. She would be in a grade lower than ‘Skyla’.
Private’s Emily Tux name was going to be ‘Katy Nikki Johnson’, who got into the school da pure charisma, and from a wealthy family. She rocked in fashion and was a gifted designer, so the school immediately accepted her. Her grade was right below ‘Rica’s’.
They were all in different grades so they were spread out among the levels in order to and infiltrate more.
There were many other lies in their folders, but nothing the girls couldn’t handle. Sure, Skipper could do gymnastics. She could also do martial arts and other awesome physical activities with great skill, but they were not mentioned in the portafoglio, portfolio thingy. Walskia did waaaaay più than just ‘excellent’ in academics. She was insanely smarter than the folder said. Ricoette was great at building and fixing things. But it didn’t mention she was especially superb in building weapons. And Private did splendid in fashion designing, but that was not her true forte.
There was other random information, like their zodiac signs, their birthdays, what hobbies they did in the past, what they wanted to be in the future, etc. All false information, of course, in order to deceive those of their true identity, which was, again, secret agent commando soldiers. This looks like it’s going to be an odd fanfic…
There were details on how they were supposed to look. Boring, brown hair was one, in order to blend in a little bit più instead of sticking out with their jet black hair. Also, there were great fake reasons why they stuck around so much and all lived together, lots of them being that they were a rock band, the Penguinettes. (remember?).
Private then realized something. “Skippah,” she gasped, “Doesn’t Juliet already know our true identities?”
Skipper waved her concern away. “We’ll look different in our brown hair and fake names. Anyways, I think those three are stupider than they look, so they might have forgotten all about us already. I wouldn’t worry about them.”
After breakfast, they did their morning training, which Walskia, Ricoette, and Private were reluctant to do, before the sunrise on superiore, in alto of their HQ. Luckily no one was up yet to witness them.
Then Skipper hopped off to the cleaners to get their school uniforms while the other three transformed their hair with wigs. (Hey. It’s much easier than dyeing.) Private had the lightest color one, and both hers and Walskia’s were wavy.
Finally, Skipper returned, they packed their bags, and were suddenly off to the Central Park Girls Academy in their rosa convertible, along with the rest of the teenage crowd.
