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To AllWhoWanderAreNotLost: I started this fanfic halfway through the both series because when I wrote this chapter, Don't Judge A Girl By Her Cover hadn't come out yet. Even though I just published this in the last week, I did the first chapter about a year ago. Same for MR—I was only halfway through the series. Plus, in SOF they're at Anne's house, which is in Virginia. Which explains (kind of) why they're in Virginia in the first place.
To iggyfan1: They're my two favorite books too! Well, no duh.
To Inkmoon: Thanks.
So, yeah. If you have any more questions, please ask . . . I think I explained everything else, though . . .
Chapter 2- Midnight Walk; Secrets
I checked my alarm clock. 11:24. I looked at the sleeping forms of the entire junior class spread out around me. They had fallen asleep watching Tina's annual Jason Bourne-athon, but I wasn't tired.
I looked back at the clock. 11:25. All right, then. I was going for a walk.
I was still wearing my uniform, so I just grabbed a pair of sneakers and quietly crossed the room, stepping over sleeping girls.
I stopped, then without turning around, asked, "What is it, Macey?"
She jumped to her feet. "I'm coming too." I sighed and sat back down, knowing it would be useless to argue.
Once Macey was ready, I lead her down the stairs and to the janitor's closet. When we were there, I wiggled a loose brick in the doorframe, causing wall of the closet to slide sideways and revealing a secret passageway. Macey gasped. I had been finding chinks in the security system for years. That's me--Cammie the Chameleon. Invisible, hiding in plain sight.
We walked down two more halls, went through five hidden doors, and finally came to a heavy oak door.
"Where are we?" Macey whispered, glancing around the small space. I pushed open the door.
We stood on the manicured lawn, inside Gallagher grounds. I climbed out and carefully closed the door, which blended in perfectly with the rocks behind us. The woods were on our right--I headed that way, ducking to avoid the camera as it scanned the lawn.
I heard voices, so I froze. Macey glanced at me. Her blue eyes were huge with shock.
"It's stopped bleeding," came a girl's voice.
I looked at Macey again, and without speaking, we crept forward.
"That's good. We'll be able to leave in the morning." That was a boy talking.
Macey took a step closer, brushing away some low branches. Now I could see them, and what I saw made me want to scream.
Six kids, between the ages of 6 and 14, were crouched in a rough circle. But one of the girls had her back to us. And she had wings.
Now, I must have been in shock or something, because when the little blonde one sat up and said, "Someone's there." I didn't immediately realize what she meant. By the time I had, a dark-haired boy had Macey by the throat, and I was being pinned down by the winged girl.
I came to my senses and punched her, hard. She winced. I blinked. I had expected a stronger reaction then a wince. My punches hurt.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"We, I-I'm just a student. At the Academy." I stuttered, reviewing my cover story. I was a spoiled, clueless, selfish, ignorant Gallagher girl. I knew nothing about spying or spies.
"The Academy. This school?" I nodded. "Then you can explain the security."
"What do you mean? I don't know what you mean!" I tried to sound scared and confused. Scared was easy. Confused, not so much.
"She's lying." the little blonde one announced. I glared at her.
The bird-girl scowled. "Tell the truth."
"After you. What are . . . you really have . . . wings?"
Bird-girl hesitated, and the boy spoke up."If they're from that school, they could help you . . . I mean, us."
The bird-girl paused for another moment, then nodded. She got off of me, and the boy let go of Macey.
"Don't tell anyone. No one can know about this, okay?"
I looked at the girl, and thought of all the lies I've told, all the secrets I have to keep.
I studied the girls in front of me. One of them was really beautiful, tall and skinny with glossy black hair and blue eyes. The other one was . . . plain. She was very pretty, but there was nothing special about her. Brown hair, brown eyes, not tall or short, fat or thin, tan or pale.
I took a deep breath. "I'm Max. This is Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, Angel, and Total." I waved to each of them in turn. "We all have wings, except for Total."
I stopped, unsure how to go on. The plain girl saved me.
"I'm Cammie, Cammie Morgan. This is Macey. You said you needed help?"
I made a face. Fang had said that, not me. "Well, someone shot me and . . . hurt my wing. All we need is a place to rest . . ." I trailed off.
Cammie smiled. "I know the perfect place." She turned and walked into the woods, then stopped. Looking over her shoulder, she asked, "Well? Coming or not?"
I glanced at Fang, who shrugged. My choice, then.
I turned and followed Cammie through the trees.
Okay, just another reminder, It's between SOF and STWAOES, so Total has no wings.
Also, to all the Zach lovers out there, Blackthorne will arrive soon. In a few chapters.
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