How Old Is Miss O From Odd Squad Novels & Stories

The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood. "So, who wants to play?" The voice seemed to disturb the hycwens and they all turned to the person now standing in front of them. They were shocked to see a young girl standing in front of them. She was athletic, well-built, and looked barely in her early twenties, though she was 200 years old. Her tall frame complimented her piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair that came free of its clasp when she threw the hood to the ground. She smiled at them sweetly, "What are we waiting for? Introductions?"

"They never tell me anything. Now that you're around, you'll have to spill everything to me." Before I could respond, Missy started to enter the room, but Gerald pulled her into the hall, whispering something to her. During their hushed conversation, the room's atmosphere shifted with the energetic entrance of Koda and Kage, the two youngest Monroe siblings. At seven years old, they were a whirlwind of energy and total chaos.

Oliver besides me remains tensed the closer she gets a wide smile on her lips. “There you are” She throws her arms around me and hugs me so tight. I pull back after a few beats, confused but smiling slightly. She looked to be middle aged, in our community that could be around fourty to sixty years old, her curly brown hair longs almost down to her waist a pretty heart shaped face, with dark brown eyes, something about her eyes seem farmilar. I don’t recognize her though. Probably one of the few mothers I haven’t met. “Hi” I say.

I questioned her scrunching my eyebrows together? “Wanda… Oracle Wanda” she said with her wicked smile, hearing her word I felt like I was instantly stuck with thunder, also baby fetus ghost ‘WANDA… ho.. how… did she turned so young…?’ I thought to myself and kept staring at her from head to toe, she indeed change entirely, from 80 year old lady who looked as if she was on her deathbed to 18 year young girl who looked as if she is on her mission to kill men’s h her seductive look.

"From the moment I met you, you already reminded me of the woman I love. Your heterochromic eyes are hers. Do you want to see her picture?" As if he didn't care how silent Axe was at his abrupt statement, Mr. O'Connor took his cell phone out from under his coat, poking at the flat object for a while. Then he showed me a picture of a beautiful woman like a king's daughter smiling at the camera. I couldn't even put into words how beautiful His creation was on the young woman in the photo, the photo was obviously taken around 30 years ago given Axe's current 28 years of age.

After some time, Odell spoke bitterly, “How old are you this year?” Sylvia was stunned. Why was he also asking for her age? Did he want to talk to her about marriage? Sylvia answered honestly, “I’m already 20 years old. I’m at the age where I can get married, but you really don’t have to be responsible for me.” He said, “I’m 33 years old this year.” “Huh?” Sylvia widened her eyes. “Aren’t you four years older than me?” Odell smirked and chuckled. “Do I look like I’m 24 years old now?”

She looked like she was the oldest in the group, maybe twenty if I had to guess. Tessa waved towards another girl sitting in front of a mirror, straightening her thick bangs. She had to be around nineteen or twenty as well, and I was guessing that Tessa may have been the youngest at eighteen. "Molly, but we also call them Em, sounds just like the letter. Either is cool." Tessa said, reaching out her hand to point out a lock of hair that had been missed by the straightener. "Anyway, they're our drummer." Molly smiled appreciately up at Tessa as they grabbed the curl. She turned around and headed back towards her discarded guitar on the couch.

I try, but she shakes her head. Mrs. Lowey is in her 30's, and a part of our pack. She's not one of the ones stuck in the past, so she loves Oakley. "Time to grow up and get over it, it's your senior year Axton." she scolds me, and i relax into my seat. Well, I'll force myself to relax anyway.

Arthur's POV By the time I was finished with her, I was able to fish out a thing or two from her. Name: Oregon Octavia Age: 15 Winters old Parents: unidentified Pack: Firedunes is the suspect, but there was a touch of Airing Dal. So far, unidentified. Intentions of breaking in: confusion. That is what she said. Flashback "Why are you here Oregon?" I ask again. She now had half an arm, and she was uttering a string of expletives I didn't think exist.

“My name’s Eva, Miss.” I grinned at her. She sounded sweet. “You don’t have to call me Miss. Just Scar, short for Scarlet.” Her eyes lit up, and her smile widened. “Thank you, miss. Oh, I’m…” “And I just told you.” I chuckled. “Okay, since I have no one to talk to in this house, how about we talk a little? How old are you? How long have you been working here?” “I’m twenty, Miss Scarlet. I’ve been here for two years.”