|Not Who You Think I Am
Author: HalfiesRule PM
Cammie's never felt more alone. Her friends hate her, and one of her closest allies might be exactly who everyone thought he was. It's all or nothing, and she'll stop at nothing to win. Can she earn the trust of her friends back or will she die with her secrets.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Suspense - Cammie M. & Zach G. - Chapters: 23 - Words: 51,484 - Reviews: 190 - Favs: 55 - Follows: 90 - Updated: 02-17-13 - Published: 10-05-11 - id: 7440012
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This is my second Gallagher Girls Series story and I'm really excited about it. This is going to be more of a teaser trailer, if you guys like the story I'll continue, but if not then I'll probably leave it up as a one-shot. Tell me what you think, also check out my first completed story Best Friends Together Forever. Read, Enjoy, Review.
Left, left, right, left, right, right. My mind was focused on going further into the new passage way if found. It was concealed behind the podium in the Grand Hall, where my mom gives the welcome back speech.
I was wondering the halls of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Yes, that "snobby, rich kid" school located in Roseville, Virginia. I guess if you're reading this report though, then you know that the exceptional in Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, means for spies, and that you must have at least level four clearance.
I squished a spider that crawled on my arm, and pressed forward. I had been in here for 45 minutes and 39 seconds. My mom was busy getting ready for the arrival of new students, and the return of old ones. I, like usual, had come back from Nebraska early, and was exploring the halls of the academy. In my five years of attending Gallagher, I had uncovered almost all the passageways, no blueprints, no nothing.
The hall was getting narrower, and the ceiling lower. I was forced to crouch on my hands and knees. Thankfully, the passageway opened up after 15 feet. I crawled through the small space and stood up. I was in an empty room, no larger than a small office nook. The only thing in the room was a small lever. It was probably the way out. I shook the dust off my uniform, and walked over to the lever. With a quick thrust, I pulled the lever down, and the south wall slid to the side slightly. I walked through the opening, and found my self in the C&A classroom (Culture and Assimilation).
Brushing more of the cobwebs out of my hair and uniform, I left the C&A classroom, and ran face first into someone
"Oh, my gosh," I stammered, I know I'm a spy and all, but I've been kind of off this semester, due to a certain assassin/spy boy that just happens to go to Blackthorn.
"Bloody hell, watch where you're going," the person I hit said.
"Bex!" I yelled, engulfing one of my best friends and roommates in a hug.
"Cammie!" She yelled in response, her British accent thick, due to spending her summer with her parents in England. Then she got a confused look on her face, "Cam, why where you in the C&A classroom?" She inquired. Crap.
"Oh my mom wanted me to find Madame Dabney, and I though she would be in there," I lied easily. Hey, when you're a spy, you learn that lying has to come easily to you, or well, you die.
"Now that I'm here, the party can really start," said a voice from behind us. I turned around and was faced with a girl with a huge diamond nose ring, combat boots, and two hands placed firmly on her hips.
"Macey!" Bex and I yelled. We ran and tackled her into a hug, sending all three of us sprawling onto the floor. I was the first to recover, and was on my feet again in 4.2 seconds. Impressive, I know.
"Oopsie Daisy," We heard a light southern bell sound behind us. Following that was a large crash that sounded like a photo frame breaking. Only one person could do that.
"Hi guys," Liz said, we all gave her light hugs, seeing as she looked more like a ripe tomato than a person at the moment. She noticed us staring and said, "Don't ask, it's a long story evolving a book, lots of tanning oil, and a paper cut." I rolled my eyes, then laughed, poor, accident prone Liz.
"I missed you guys so much, scaling fish in Nebraska isn't nearly as exciting as it sounds." I said, sarcasm dripping in my voice. We started walking to our room, which was on a separate floor, talking about our summers and what we did.
"So, Cammie," Bex said, with an evil grin on her face, "did a certain Blackthorn boy contact you over the summer?"
"No Bex," I retorted curtly, "why should I care, it's not a big deal, we're not even together." I spoke as convincingly as I could, but nothing fools a Gallagher Girl, especially a Baxter.
"You know you like him," Bex cooed. We reached our room and plopped our bags down onto our beds. We had the same room as we did last year (thank you mom) so everything was already figured out.
"Whatever Bex," I said waving her off. Bex was about to continue when Liz interrupted her.
"Come on guys, we just got here, leave Cammie alone." Have I ever mentioned how much I love Liz? No? Well, I super duper love Liz. I sent her a thankful look, and she just nodded her head.
"Whatever you say Lizzie, but we all know you've been dying to see a certain Blackthorn nerd, that you had your eye on last semester." Bex said while grinning. Liz blushed a brighter red, if that was even possible due to her severe sunburn.
"Bex," I started, "We all know you long for the idiot who calls you 'British Bombshell', don't deny it, we all know you like him." Bex glared at me, and opened her mouth when Macey spoke.
"You," she said, "are all hopeless." She lied down on her bed and started flipping through her latest edition of Vogue magazine.
"Cam, it's okay to like Zach, it's not a big deal, I mean he did kiss you," Bex started.
"I, in no way, shape, or form," I said, "am attracted to Zachary Goode." Bex just rolled her eyes. Hey! That's my thing! Then she shook her head, and continued unpacking her clothes.
I checked the time when I was finished unpacking my clothes. "Guys," I said, waking them from their trances, "we got to go, the welcome back dinner starts in a few." The girls nodded, and followed me out the door. Macey and Bex had changed into their uniforms, and so did Liz, but not after putting on some of Dr. Fibbs "Burn Be Gone." She was back to her normal skin color, although a tiny bit more tan, you wouldn't be able to notice unless you were, I don't know, a spy maybe? Perhaps.
Bex, Macey, Liz and I sat in a row in the Grand Hall. My mom was reciting the Gallagher Oath, and started the welcomes and announcements. I wasn't really paying attention; I was more focused on the room that I found earlier today. When you're a spy, you learn that every thing has a purpose; everything. I tuned back in around the end of the announcements.
"As you all know, last year, the Blackthorn Boys came here to the Gallagher Academy, to learn with you and develop better relationships with you," the last part of that earned a lot of murmuring among the girls, "I am slightly excited, and displeased to tell you this, but, this year, the Blackthorn Boys will be returning for the rest of the year, while their school is being rebuilt. A certain accident in their Chem. Labs left the school uninhabitable. Please welcome the Blackthorn Boys."
Just like last year, they boys strutted into the Grand Hall, and forks and mouths dropped. I just rolled my eyes. I had expected something like this to happen. My mom had been extra secretive the past few weeks, and that's when you know something's up. I didn't even look up to acknowledge their presence. I heard three sets of footsteps behind me. After the footsteps stopped, I felt a presence on my right side, but I just continued to look down and eat my soup.
When I looked up to see who was sitting next to me, it wasn't whom I was expecting.
"Um, Grant, why are you sitting next to me?" I asked.
"Well," he started, "I can't sit next to my British Bombshell, because you're sitting next to her, so this is as close as I can get. Oh, and nice to see you too Cammie." I rolled my eyes, and looked around. I saw Jonas sitting next to Liz, and found the third pair of footsteps. It was one of the guys who came last year. He was sitting next to Tina Walters. I scanned the room for a head of shaggy brown hair, and emerald green eyes. I found no one. No one noticed me looking though, I'm a spy what do you expect?
Dinner passed quickly, with the girls gossiping about the guys, me being constantly pounded with questions by Tina Walters, and Bex and Grant loudly flirting. Eventually, Macey and I got fed up with them and decided to leave. I sat down on my bed, and groaned. I wasn't tired at all, and lights out wasn't for another hour.
"Macey I'm bored, give me something to do." I complained. I know, I don't usually complain, but I was seriously bored, like out of my freaking mind.
"I could give you a make over," Macey said shrugging. I shuddered.
"Nevermind, I'm going out." I said, pulling on my shoes. She just shrugged and continued reading her magazine.
I wandered around the school for the good part of an hour. When I realized that it was time for lights out, I decided that I was going back to that room I found today. There was something pulling me there, that I couldn't quite place. That room was special, I know for sure there's something there, but I'm not entirely sure what it is. I snuck into the Grand Hall and went up to the podium where my mom gives the speeches.
I ran my hand over the sleek wood, looking for the small nick in it. I found it after 1 minute and 43 seconds of looking. I dug my thumbnail into the small crevice and a trap door opened up next to the podium. I put my foot on the ladder and started to climb down. When I reached the bottom, it was pitch dark, I couldn't see a thing. Luckily, I didn't have to rely on just my sight.
I walked about ten yards into the tunnel, when I heard footsteps behind me. I got into fighting stance, like we learned in P&E. The last thing I was expecting was that cocky, annoying voice saying:
"Hey Gallagher Girl."