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"Anna, where on earth are you?" my trainer/ my cousin spoke from downstairs.

I ignored him and continued painting.

this man doesn't know the meaning of patience.

"Anna William Greene, come down at once, this is very important!" he shrieked.

oh well.

I quickly cleaned my brushes and left the painting outside to dry, and went downstairs to smell bacon.

b. a. c. o. n.

"Nana, you cooked bacon, today? " I spoke giddily.

as I was entering the kitchen, Tyler grabbed me from behind and took me into the hall.

"Anna, I've been calling you for the past half an hour and you're ignoring me, this is very important, please listen."

I motioned my hands ahead, telling him to continue speaking.

"Anna, as you know the Russian Mafia is after our gang, to merge with them."

"Tyler, don't even, I do not want to listen any of this, now, I am not merging any of my gangs with those rascals, and don't even talk about it, I don't want to hear it until they want a war."

"Uh, no, they do not want a war, but their new leader is coming here, in Los Angeles, to find you, and your real identity, Anna."

"He would never find out, just relax, you think anyone would suspect the nerdy Anna as Pixie, the gangleader, no na? so, just relax and have some bacon."

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"Annnnnaaaaa, we are late for schooool! ", my first in command Dylan spoke starting our mini van.

I quickly got my backpack and sat in it.

"Anna, remind me again why can't we take any of the actual cars, this pastel yellow color makes me vomit."

I ignored his blabbering while I mentally prepared myself to control from talking back or kicking anything in school.

The Newside High approached and I wore my thick rimmed glasses and put on my nerdy Anna facade.

"Ready, brother? " I questioned.

"Ready, sister. "