I've posted this story for more than 4 times but at that time I kept editing and all that crap and I was so worried that no one would like it but now, yeaaah I'm just hoping I'll get a few reviews cuz I'm posting the whole thing all in one. Fingers crossed and waiting for reviews

-NatHutch-

"Well, well, well. If it isn't an evil genius making trouble, and making my job harder as a secret agent," I said to the fat lady wearing a purple robe standing in front of the computer screen.

"What else do we villains live for?" she replied sarcastically.

"I'm Angela Sky, your name is?" I said calmly while buffing my nail with my lucky red buffer.

"Dr. Evil Manx is very pleased to meet you, dear Angela," she did a little curtsy to me and laughed maniacally.

I scoffed, feeling really bored of evil laughs. Wasn't it odd how villains always had signature laughs?

I jumped towards her and we had a great fight. Jumping, running, and punching all over her laboratory. She scored about three points that made me break a few drops of sweat. One punch on my cheek, one on my stomach and the other on my left eye. Ouch!

I lost sight of her after she succeeded in making my head pound and my feet starting to feel tired. I scanned the room, panting as quietly as possible. Dr. EvilManx appeared out of nowhere and suddenly pushed me to a huge pillar. She tied me there and my weary body couldn't save myself in this situation.

"Untie me right now!" I demanded, trying to struggle free from the pencil thick metal rope. I panted heavily and groaned hopelessly at the end. My hands were red from all the scratching, as I moved more violently against the rope, it started to burn like crazy.

"You'll be stuck there forever and when this laptop blows the whole city, you'll be the first one who dies!" she squinted her eyes and began to type some sort of command. I was not a computer geek, even though I didn't understand whatever she typed in, it had to be something bad.

I used my A-watch laser to cut the rope. The classic, laser lipstick wasn't exactly a suitable choice on my spy-base's gadget lab. They said it was too predictable. Perhaps they were supposed to say it was fashionable. Well, at least it was cool in my eyes. And I did not think that way because I had watched totally spies every day when I was a kid!

I ran and caught her hand. I cuffed them immediately when she started to struggle. I punched her hard on the face. It was totally chubby, but at last, she grew unconscious. The explosion countdown warning alarmed me. I ran over to her laptop and deactivated the bomb she had set to blow up the city immediately with a virus Joe had given me inside my trusty Kingston USB. I had one second left when it shut down. I let out a heavy breath and grinned. Why was there always a ticking clock?

*Nice job Angela! You go girl!* Joe's voice was heard from my A-watch.

He was my trusty, funny voiced A-boss. What's with the A's you may ask? 'A' stood for agent. I was one of the top secret agents that caught and defeated bad guys. Okay, that sounded too corny. Even for a drama queen like me-self. I worked in the World Protection Industries, or WPI for short.

*Backup will arrive soon, so you can go home now,* he commanded.

"Easy for you to say, try staying one room with a laptop that'll blow your head off," I scoffed.

*Oh, I will. Trust me, that's out of my bucket list.* The A-watch turned off in an instant. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be Joe. What he looked like, how he thought about things differently, and how he could survive being a computer freak without actually taking out bad guys. I wouldn't last a month without kicking some butt.

"Have fun in prison!" I sing-sung to Dr. EvilManx and her weary black eye. I jogged happily to my jet and flew home. On the way I stretched my legs and gave myself some time to regain a bit of energy to climb down the ladder later on.

I entered my room through the window as quietly as a mouse. My family members didn't know about me being a secret agent. I had to keep my identity a secret or I could put my family in danger. Well, with great powers comes great responsibility. Now where had I heard that before?

I walked to my bathroom and took a quick hot bath. My favorite feeling in the world; when my whole body was clean and dry, the iPod was plugged to my ears, I snuggled up under my warm blue blanket on my bed. Just imagining it made me smile as I rubbed a few drops of sweet smelling soap on my body.

My heavy eyelids scanned the room for my cell-phone. I grabbed it and checked out the inbox, it was from Rico, my best friend. Let's just say we had gone way back. I wouldn't even know where to begin. Well, actually we had been on the same class since the 4th grade. He was the only guy that has ever invited me to come by to his house. We were sort of the freaks of the class, so we had been best friends ever since.

'You going 2 skul tom? Don't frget physics test,' he texted. I didn't bother to text him back because he would probably be in dream land by now.

I turned off the phone and looked at my clock-wall. 01:43 p.m. I groaned and lumped my body to the warm comfortable bed. About physics test? I would take the consequences.

Everything was black when I suddenly heard a melody. A song more precisely, it was a song by a girl and she sang: "Wake up, it's raining and it's Monday. Looks like one of those rough days…" I started to blink my eyes for a few times and I realized that it was the Hannah Montana alarm tone I set on my phone yesterday. I yawned while reaching for it and pressed the top-right button. My eyes were still closed and I covered myself again with my trusty blue blanket. I almost drifted back to sleep, but someone started knocking on my door as if there was a fire going on.

"Angela! Get your butt out of bed!" I heard my mom calling my name.

Angela Sky is my full name and that 'crazy woman' knocking on my door is Marnie Sky, my mom A.K.A the QUEEN of a small country called Andorra. So that made me, sadly, a princess. Well, we didn't actually live at Andorra. We lived at Malibu because my mom just wanted us to live a happy normal life. That didn't mean we abandoned our royal duties completely though. At weekends or holidays, we got to ride an advanced high-tech, high-speed totally cool jet to our castle at Andorra.

I had lived with my mom and my obnoxious older brother, Justin since the beginning of eternity. My dad told us that he was on a business trip to England. Somehow, my mom and I had been having doubts about that reason since he never told us the specific name of the company he was working for.

Well, as long as we could still live with enough money, where he worked didn't really matter for me. He was rarely there anyway, but every time he was, I began to feel that we were a family. Not just room-mates.

As I mentioned earlier, I was also a secret agent on duty and a student at a regular high school. Having three lives at once is really exciting and tiring too at the same time. But I could never imagine living another life, because I wouldn't trade it for anything.

My mom opened, but then closed the door. I had no idea why she did that, but after I felt something furry licking my face, I was sure that she let my dog, Buddy inside my room to wake me up. Now how rude was that from the scale one to ten? I'd say eleven.

"Okay, Buddy, okay, I'm up." I pushed him to the side and jumped out from bed.

I patted his head and he barked twice. I loved animals, they were just so—adorable!

I walked to the bathroom, took a bath and wore my favorite yellow T-Shirt with short blue jeans. I took my backpack and went downstairs for breakfast while brushing my tangled wet hair with my hands. On the staircase, I brushed my tangled wet hair with my hands. I was not the girly type of girl. Unless when I was stuck on castle grounds, that is.

"Good morning, everyone!" I greeted as I got to the dining table.

"Morning, honey. So what do you want for breakfast?" my mom replied with the exact same words every day.

"Just a slice of peanut-butter and jelly sandwich will do."

"You better eat quickly; you're almost late for school," she said while slicing her honey-licious pancake.

"I'll take that!" I said grabbing my brother's sandwich harshly and copied Dr. EvilManx's evil laugh. I failed though, I guess only villains had the talents for evil laughs.

"Hey!" Justin said with an annoyed tone.

"Mom! Could you please teach your daughter some manners?" he reached for his sandwich desperately.

"There's no way you're getting it back, Justin. I already bit it anyway! " I said moving the sandwich out of his grab. I laughed looking at his silly annoyed face and walked away.

"No you didn't!" he complained. I stopped and turned around sharply. I took a huge bite out of the sandwich in front of his face.

"I did now! It's not your sandwich anymore now, isn't it?" I muffled.

"You'll pay big time, little sister," he crossed his arms as I went out the door.

I ignored what he said with a little scoff and paddled my bike hard since my house was located near to our school. A huge banner in front of the school said: 'Malibu High School'. I actually went to school instead of a weird princess dorm or whatever. Phew, that would be so dreadful. No guys, no detention, no sports? Who would survive in such a terrible world? I knew I wouldn't last a day.

I pushed the double-door entrance and walked through the hallway until I reached my locker. High school, a building filled with nerds, evil teachers, tiny bathrooms, and of course… deadly classes.

"Hey, Angela!" A familiar voice was heard. It was my best friend Rico Lionskin running towards me. A huge grin spread wide on his face and happiness is contagious, so I smiled as well.

"Oh, hey, Rico!" I closed my locker after grabbing my 4 inch thick physics book.

"So what'd you do this weekend?" he asked me while chewing a piece of licorice he took from his pocket.

"Princessy stuff, it's so boring. I had to fly all the way to Andorra with the royal jet,"-

"Wait,"

"What?" I stopped my explanation as soon as he interrupted me.

"Can I ride the jet with you sometime? You know, see you all dressed up and stuff. It will be hilarious!" he chuckled and spit a bit of licorice on my face. That was just plain- gross.

"First of all, I will never, ever wear a dress if I'm not inside that castle or at prom or weddings or-whatever, you get what I mean. Second, my mom is really strict about this whole low profile thing. And third, you just spit licorice all over my face! " I wiped my face and let out fake disgusted sounds. I wasn't exactly a clean freak but who would want to go to class with licorice bites all over their face? That would ruin one's reputation.

"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly. Although Rico was messy most of the time, he wasn't one of those guys that took girls as jokes. He appreciated me and even when he was busy eating everything, he listened when I needed him too. What more could a best friend ask for?

"Yeah, on with the story; we had dinner with a bunch of my mom's 'queen-king buddies' and studied how to 'dress before sleeping'," I made a quote in mid-air on our way to our first class today.

"That's harsh, a princess has to dress before sleeping?" he asked with a funnily-shocked face.

"Unfortunately, yes. I am a princess remember?" I gave a little curtsy to him.

"Now that's not something you hear every day," we laughed as a chorus and walked to physics class together. I had never actually felt proud of being a princess. It was just something I had to do because my mom thought that my brother didn't have what it took to be a prince. She bragged about me most of the time. I used to think that it was annoying and weird. But as I grew older I realized that she was just happy to have me around. So, I felt appreciated by that.

Then suddenly, I heard the most annoying, irritating voice in the entire world that ruined all my good thoughts immediately.

"Check it out! It's the LLE!" Carla Glam, my worst enemy approached us with her perfectly waxed legs. We had issues in the past, present, and probably future as well.

"LLE? Now what the hell is that? Probably the lamest acronym ever made. Oh, wait a minute; you don't even know what an acronym is!" Rico replied with me holding both of his hands to stop him from slapping her. Trust me, when it came to fighting, Rico was the best in our entire school. He had a black belt and he bragged about it a lot. I mean, like, most of the time. Okay, that was a lie, he bragged about it all the time.

"Lamest Losers Ever!" Marie and Minnie, the twin blondes said while forming an L then followed by an E in front of their plastic lips.

"Lamest Losers Ever? Is that the best you can come up with?" I squinted my eyes but they just giggled altogether.

"Let's go, Rico," I pulled Rico's left hand. He stuck his tongue out then walked away with me, leaving the trio laughing and snorting.

We marched to the most deadly class together; Physics. No matter how much I hated it, my feet still dragged me in to the room anyway.

I sat in the middle of the row, not too close to the board so the teacher would not be able to see me, and not too far back so I still could pay attention to the lesson. The safest spot ever. I didn't actually like being the center of attention, but I was done being the freak of the class like I had been at 4th grade too. So I wasn't actually popular, but at least I wasn't invisible.

Rico was sitting next to me but I didn't really care about that since the hottest, cutest, smartest, kindest and most handsome guy was sitting in front of me, my crush for 3 years, Matt Carson!