Why live with evil geniuses if you can’t learn to be an evil genius yourself? 

Have you ever heard that saying? Well, now you have! Listen carefully and watch closely as I show you how I outsmarted a full family of evil geniuses! 

And who knows? Perhaps if you watch attentively till the end, you might be able to grab a thing or two. And no one will be able to take advantage of you. Ever again. 

When my parents invited me to the city and enrolled me in the most prestigious university ever. I knew my life was going to take a turn, I just never expected this to be the turn. 

Growing up, I was always extremely grateful. Who would’ve thought that Mis’Janet, the most mischievous girl in the entire orphanage would ever get adopted? No, scratch that. Who would’ve thought that Mis’Janet would be adopted by such a loving and caring family?

The most surprising thing wasn’t even the fact that I got adopted, it’s the fact that I changed. Anyone who met me now would find it hard to believe me if I told them about my past. I was a totally different person now, a good person now if I might say. A very good person indeed. 

My parents weren’t exactly well to do but they gave me everything I needed to survive while I worked hard to cover up for the rest. In my honest opinion, they actually gave me much more than what I needed but I wanted to make sure that our tiny village hut was always in tip top shape when they came during the end of the year so I worked hard to earn money and make everywhere comfortable for them.

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“Mom? Dad? Angelica? Someone open the door!”

I knocked, rang the doorbell, banged on the windows but nothing. I didn’t have the keys to my house because someone was always home. I should have probably just sat on my doorstep and waited but instead I decided to go to my neighbor’s house. It was a weird place by the way – the windows were tinted and it was very hard to see what was going on in there. I’d only seen my neighbor – a middle aged man – about four times. I supposed it was a good chance to go meet the guy.

This decision changed my life and caused a whole bunch of crazy things to happen – stick with me here because this is nuts.

I knocked on my neighbor’s door but heard nothing. I went to the window and heard some weird mumbling noises. I pressed my eyes on the glass to see what was making the noise and I noticed that my neighbor was dressed in a black cloak and he seemed to be performing some weird kind of ritual. Suddenly he glanced at me and frowned. In a few seconds he came to the front door and opened it.

“What are you doing here? What do you want?”

“My house is locked and I can’t get inside so I figured I’d come to say hi. What are you doing?”

“A magic ritual.”

“Hahahaha!”

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“Stephan dear, where’s that golden bracelet I bought when we traveled to Egypt?”

“I don’t know mum, you must have misplaced it again. Honestly, what’s the need of buying expensive jewelry if you never wear them? You just keep misplacing everything.”

She sat in front of her enormous dressing mirror which had gold edges, and was having her makeup done by Joan Marpier, the most famous and most well known makeup artist in the world, just one of my mother’s rich friends.

Just then, my dad walked into the room. I could smell him before I could see him because of the perfume he always had on; Tom Ford, Diamond Edition. Only ten bottles of that perfume were made and my dad had six of them. They each went for about $275,000 a bottle and were notoriously hard to get. He also had on a gray Georgio Armani Pinstripe suit which also cost tens of thousands of dollars. My father had expensive taste, and I couldn’t blame him for that.

My father grew up in an extremely poor household, with five siblings who often went for days without having anything to eat. He saw firsthand the effects of poverty and hardship and swore to do whatever it took to never be poor. From a young age, he had to work numerous hours a day, working several jobs to make ends meet. He toiled endlessly until one day, he finally hit the jackpot. Fast forward many years into the future and my father was now an extremely rich man, he was a billionaire who owned one of the biggest, if not the biggest telecommunications company in the world. He also had several companies which made him millions of dollars a year.

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"Where am I?"

Suddenly, memories flooded my thoughts: the party, the girls, the accident.

"Johnny!" Mom hugged me. "You're finally awake," she sobbed.

"Francine, let him breathe!" Dad's jovial voice filled the room. 

"I must say, he does look better with those bandages," Hillary, my sister who was two years old than me, smirked, before she gave me a hug.

An older lady in a white coat walked into the room. "Hi, John. I'm Dr. Patricia Reyes."

What she told me next totally changed my life. Keep watching if you want to see how my crazy story turns out.

"What?! What do you mean you had to remove my leg?" I felt nauseated. "But.. school… baseball…hockey.. my scholarship!" I buried my head in my hands and cried. 

Hillary held me in her arms while Mom and Dad moved outside the room to chat with Dr. Reyes.

"It'll be ok, Johnny."

Later I got discharged and was able to go home. At home, things were financially and emotionally strained.

One evening I overheard my parents discussing the bills and that they needed a miracle. I needed a way to help my parents but what was I to do?

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"What on earth are you wearing? You can't go to school looking like that! Take it off immediately!" Mom screeched.

The horrified look on her face would make you think she'd caught me trying to sneak out in a skimpy outfit. Truth was, I was wearing a beautiful dress and had my hair tied in a ponytail.

"And since when is your hair that long? And you dyed it?"

I'd worn a beanie all summer. Mom had no idea how long my hair had grown.

"I didn't dye it mom, I just let it grow back to its natural color. I want to look different this time."

"You look horrible! I can't believe you'd do this to us."

To them? I was confused. 

I tried to stand my ground but she dragged me to the bathroom and cut my hair then dyed it black.

"I hate you and I hate school!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"That's enough Erin. Now get rid of that dress and wear your normal clothes. Hurry or you'll be late on your first day at your new school." Mom answered me sternly.

“Normal? They are all boy's clothes. I don't want to wear boy clothes anymore!” I said tearfully.

Ever since I was a little girl, my parents dressed me as a boy. I didn't realize that they were boy clothes until elementary school when everyone started to mock me. I often came home crying but my parents never bought me girl clothes like I begged them to.

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I tried to hold on to the bar as much as I could with my sweaty hands, until they slipped. My feet were now the only thing holding me from plummeting into the piranha infested waters below. I heard a click, and before I knew it, arrows were flying at my face. One grazed my ear, but I somehow managed to climb to safety. Whose idea was it to make training courses this realistic?!

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I put on my uniform and headed downstairs for breakfast. The table was crowded with my brothers, stuffing their faces and slobbering like bulldogs. 

“What are you eating that for, you know this stuff’s for men!” Said my brother Jackson when I grabbed some of their protein bars.

“I take the same classes you do, I need to build muscle too” I replied, throwing a donut at his face. The rest of my brothers all grabbed donuts and were about to throw them at me but I ducked into the kitchen. I heard their groans when the donuts hit a wall and chuckled.

“Either you boys clean that wall or I MAKE you clean that wall!” Yelled my mom at them. She kissed me on the cheek as I headed out to school and threw the bag of daggers I almost forgot at me. 

I parked my motorcycle at its usual spot and headed in, carrying a monstrosity of bags as always. The girls in my year all seemed to have planned to swarm me on purpose, because I heard little yelps and squeals of annoyance that I was hitting them with my bags, when there was half a corridor of space for them to walk. I gave up on making friends with them a long time ago, but an assassin academy is not the best place to make enemies. 

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“Hey Harry, looking good today buddy. What am I even saying? You look good every single day, you lucky, handsome dude!” Someone said to me as I walked past him. I turned around and flashed him a smile, along with a thumbs-up sign. I really appreciated compliments.

I continued to walk until I got to the hot-dog stand. I was hungry and wanted to grab a hot dog. A few meters away from me and sitting with her friends was Amy. Amy was one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen, if not the most beautiful. She had big beautiful blue eyes and lovely brown hair that grew all the way to her waist. I tried to get her attention by waving at her, but she either couldn't see me or she was simply ignoring me. 

Just then, her friend Amanda got up to receive a call. She distanced herself from the group until the call was finished, and just as she was about to go back, I walked up to her to have a little chat.

“Hey Amanda, what’s up?” I greeted.

“Hey there Harry, how you doing?” She replied.

“I’m alright. I’d like to talk to you for a few seconds if you don’t mind.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Well…” I began “I really like your friend Amy, but it seems like she doesn’t even know or care to know me. I was wondering if you had any tips on how I could go about it so I’d get her attention and get her to like me.”

Amanda paused for a moment before replying. 

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Hi, my name is Jane, and I would like to tell you a story.

I was just an average girl who enjoyed her morning walks, coffee and spending an unnecessary amount of time on the internet looking up pictures of cute dogs. 

If I could, I would have bought them all, but my boyfriend was allergic, at least that’s what he said. I’ve always suspected that he was secretly afraid of dogs. Either that or he hated them. I’m not sure which.

I and Marcus had dated since we turned 19, we were 20 now and our relationship was serious. So serious that we had made plans for our wedding already. 

The highlight of our relationship was staying up late every night to watch my favorite series. Marcus always complained that the series was boring and predictable but he watched them anyway.

One day, while we were lounging around his house, he casually said to me, “Jane, we need to talk.”

As soon as he said that, I could sense that something I didn’t like was coming. He almost never called me by my name. He always referred to me as “Queen” or “Angel”. 

“I’m all ears dear, what do you wanna talk about?” I answered.

“I don’t think this is working out. I need to break up with you.”

Those dreaded words hit me like a hurricane, and before I knew it, or could even control myself, I burst out crying. And this was an ugly cry, complete with snot bubbles and unintelligible words.

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“Princess Charlotte, here are your strawberries.”

“Thank you.”

“And here are your fluffy slippers. Would you like a foot massage this morning?”

“Yes please.”

“Princess, your father has a meeting with the President of France this morning and he’d like you to meet him so please get ready right after breakfast.”

“Okay.”

This was a snippet of my life at twelve years old. I was a princess with a life many would envy. And I would inherit the entire kingdom someday so basically – I was a billionaire. My life was ideal – well – for basic people I guess.

I got breakfast in bed and I had at least three servants who’d get me whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I lived in a massive castle and had almost an entire floor to myself. I got everything but do you know what? I was sick of it all!

So you’re probably wondering – well Charlotte, you have the life any girl would love so what exactly were you sick of anyway?

Well firstly, I had no real friends my age. Because I was royalty, I was homeschooled. I had a governess and I know it sounds old fashioned but hey, that was my life. I had no siblings so often I had no one my age to talk to. My online activities were restricted for safety reasons so I couldn’t even make virtual friends. Sometimes I saw other kids but those were boring kids of other royal families and they weren’t really worth knowing to be honest. And we didn’t have much to talk about because our lives were really similar.

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The airport officers watched as the woman walked towards them. It was obvious from the clothes she was wearing and the expensive purse she was carrying, that she was very wealthy.

“Wow, just look at her! Oh to be as rich and famous as her!”

“Yeah, I know, I’d be happy with half of her money!”

“Sshh!”

The woman approached the x-ray machine, one of the officers went to check her, whilst the other stared at the computer screen displaying the contents of her purse.

“What is that?”

The officer rubbed his eyes, it looked like a tiny person was inside the purse.

“That’s ridiculous, it must be some kind of error with the machine”

“Ok, Ma’am. You can go!”

“Hi, I’m Abigail. And I’m that tiny person! Crazy right?”

If you think that’s crazy then you will lose your mind when you see what happens at the end of this story. 

“Let me take you back to the beginning, where it all started.”

It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of summer.I was in my local shopping mall just minding my own business, when I suddenly noticed a huge crowd had gathered at the other side of the mall.

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