my life, my parents, my future. Everyone....except me. I don't know who I should be, where I should go, what to do, who to go to. I chuckled lightly at that thought. Maybe I just need to go with my instincit. Don't good spies do that? Am I even going to be a good spy...
Thoughts swirled in my head, daring to break out. You might be wondering, where the Hell I am. After all int he Gallagher
Academy, we never get this much freetime, this much time to think this deeply in thought, But I'm not at the Gallagher Academy,
I'm at...my Grandparents Ranch in Nebraska. Yes, thats right....a Ranch, in Nebraska, on my summer Break. I'll give this to you,
It really isn't to interesting here, but my mother sends me here every single year. It's like somekind of Family tradition, one
that I am not fond of in any way, but I wouldn't dare tell my mother that. I've been at the ranch for about... two weeks
now, and you want to know what I've done? Nothing. Thats right, Nothing. Okay...well if you count eating, sleeping and bathing,
then I've done something, but other than that...I haven't really done anything. My Life was boring summers, I just need
to face that fact.
"Cammie!" My grandmothers voice, finally broke through my thoughts, Wonder what she wants now...
"Cammie!" She yelled again,a nd I finally arose from the tree I sitting under, it's shade had been welcoming.
"What Grandmum?" I yelled back, starting to jog back over to the house, I saw her standing on the wrap around porch,
with an Apron on. Oh, Yeah, just great...I know whats coming next...Just wait and see she's going to ask me to help her
make an apple Pie.
"There you are Cameron Darling." She smiled welcomingly.I fought to think of some sensible words.
'Sorry, I didn't know that I was out there for too long, I guess I got caught up in my thoughts." I Laughed lightly at that, and so did my Grandmum.
'Why thats alright Honey, I was just thinking It'd be nice if you helped me make a pie." TOLD YOU SO! I knew that was coming,
so I was already prepped with my answer.
"Sure, I'd love to." Lie...Total Lie...actually I'd rather jump off a building then Back a pie, becuase honestly.
I hated to make pies. And Plus....my cooking abilities are like my mother's, and they Suck! Not to mention, what 16 Year
old wants to spend their Afternoon baking with their Grandmum during their Summer break? Well, Not me thats for sure.
"Alright, go clean up, and I'll start to get the ingredients, we're makign it from Scratch, like always." She smiled sweetly,
then turned to walk back inside. Once the screen door clicked shut, singling that its okay to let out my real emotions,
I sighed. leaning against the rail that lead up the stairs to the porch. After a few seconds I heaved myself up, and trudged up the
stairs, into the house, to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I washed up as slowly as I could, starting with my hands,
then my face, then my Arms, Grandmum says to always wash at least up to your elbows. Then again, she also said I shoudl
wear this dress, that I'm wearing today. Which by the way, is so not my style. It's...kind-of like Macey's! I cringed
at the thought...Grandmum....having style...like Macey?! It shouldn't be legal. I was wearing a strapless white dress,
that came to about my knees, it kind-of have a satin feel to it, and looked that way to. luckily, I got to pick out the
shoes, which were simply aa pair of Grey COnverse. But...As we all know I usually lose in battles with accesories, so
My hair was down, in light carmel color waves al to the mid of my Back, with a small silver clip holding my bangs back.
I have small hoops in, which are also Silver, and a necklace that wraps aroudn my neck three times, with little trinkets
on it, Like Peace signs, and little hearts. But at least my make-up wasn't that bad...I had on simply some foundation,
mascara, and lipgloss, which all looked natural.
I Sighed, drying myself off, and stopped observing myself in the mirror. I looked the same I did after I just got dressed,
nearly impectable. Opening the door to the Bathroom, shutting off the light, I walked back into the kitchen. Grandmum was standing
there drinking a tea, waiting for me, I guess.
"Alright Cammie...Shall we get started?" I nodded not saying anything, as I reached for the circular glass pan. It was cool
in my soft warm hands. I ran water over it, just to make sure it was clean, another tip grandmum had taught me about being clean.
Somedays I could swear she had OCD, but I didn't say anything. Next I reached for the flour, and sugar, and graham crumbs.
Grandmum had some special recipe she'd always done. And every year at the county Apple Fair, she won best Apple Pie. Grandmum's
Dream had always been to open a bakery, but Granddad said it probaly wouldn't do to well, and it'd be a waste of money.
So Grandmum didn't say anymore about it, Granddad was blunt, like me. Thinking about my Grandfather, made me think about him for
the first time.
"Hey, Where's Graddad?" I Asked Watching her slice into the apples, as I prepared the breading.
"Out feeding and grooming the horses, He wanted your help, but I figured you wouldn't want to muck out stalls, so I told him,
I needed your help....and he let you be." My grandmother's voice had a touch of a country accent to it.
"oh." I shrugged, "Good call." I smiled at her, turning to preheat the oven. It was then the phone rang. I looked at caller ID,
it was my mother's cell. I picked it up, consdering Grandmum's hands were...covered in apple juice-like-things. I couldn't
quite find the right word for it.
"Hello?" I said into the reciver, I walked otu of the kitchen then, alking toward the front porch.
"Cammie?" My Mother asked, she sounded....happy...excited almost.
"Yeah, its me, Mom."
"Oh, Good, I've got some news." I wondered what in the Hell it could be.
"What is it Mom?"
"A suprise."
"A good or bad suprise?"
"Lets put it this way...a very good one for you."
"Okay..." I knew there was confusion in my voice.
"It should be arriving in about 10 mintues."
"Well what is it?"
"Umm, It's nothing." It...why were we using it so much.
"Mom, is it even an object?" I could hear her chuckle, and a man...maybe....Joe?
"Mom....Is Joe there?"
"Yes he is darling, he's the one who helped me plan this suprise, actually, he's the one who thought of it."
"Its Summer break, I don't want to go on a mission, if thats what you're thinking." I could hear them both laughing now.
"Am I on speaker?" I asked the question, and arched an eyebrow, though they couldn't see me.
"Yes Cammie, Yes you are." It was mr. soloman that answered. If I could glare at him, I'd be doing it right now,
but I couldn't see him so I just stood there. Calculating the time, Mom said it or he/she should be here in 10 mintues,
but she said that 8 mintues ago.
"Cammie..." My Mother asked, I guess making sure i was still here.
"Yeah mom."
"Go outside, and stand on the porch, watching the driveway."
"I already am." I replied quickly.
"Okay...now, shut your eyes."
"What?"
"Just do it Cammie." Joe's voice tried to sound reassuring, but it failed. But I closed my eyes anyway.
"Okay, they're close, now what?"
"Keep them closed." I did as I told, but I heard a car in the distant. It sounded...big...a limo.
"Mom, is a limo coming?"
"Very good Cameron." Mr. Soloman's voice sounded approving. Little did he know, I wasn't in school, I shouldn't be told very good, but it made me feel good anyway. I leaned agains the house wall, hodling one hand on my hips, the other holding the phone to my ear. I heard a door open.
"Okay, Now..you may open your eyes." My Mom's voice was cheery int he reciver, and then into my ear. I exhaled, bracing myself,
for whatever or whoever might be in front of me, and I opened my eyes.