Hey, this is my first Gallagher Girls fanfic so I hope you like it. This won't be about Zach or Cammie or any of them. This story is starring their children that I have made up. Obviously, I'm not the wonderful author of the Gallagher Girls (but I wish I was) so only the idea for this particular story and the characters Mikkie, Tara, Lexi, Casey, and a certain favorite of mine that will come in later, belong to me. There. Now that that's out of the way, enjoy!

Ever get the feeling your parents are hiding something from you? The feeling they know something you don't and never will? I do. Everyday. So do my three best friends, Tara Slaine, Lexi Newman, and Casey Anderson. My name is Mikayla Goode, and nothing about my life is normal.

Here's the story. My name's Mikayla, I go by Mikkie. Call me Mikayla, I kick you where the sun don't shine. Got that? My mom is Cameron Ann Goode, formerly known as Cameron Ann Morgan. Call her anything but Cammie, in my friends' case Aunt Cammie (I'll explain later) or in my case Mom, you might as well be digging your own grave. My dad is Zachary Goode. You seriously don't wanna know what'll happen if you call him Zachary. It's strictly Zach, Uncle Zach, or Dad.

My mom went to the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women (my dream school, and the dream school of my besties), my dad went to the Blackthorne Institute for Boys. They met their sophomore year when fifteen boys from my dad's school went to my mom's school for a semester. My dad and two of his roommates, Grant Newman and Jonas Anderson, were among those boys. My mom married my dad a few years later. Her roommates married my dad's roommates. Liz Sutton married Jonas, Bex Baxter married Grant, and Macey McHenry (yes from that McHenry family) married Nick Slaine. Each of them is an only child, including my parents, but they're like family to each other, so we pretend to be related. Hence the whole "Aunt Cammie", "Uncle Zach" thing. Their daughters are my best friends. That's everything we know about our parents.

It's weird we didn't ask more before. Probably because we're used to living weird lives. Our parents signed us up for karate and gymnastics as soon as we could walk, taught us six foreign languages as soon as we could talk. So, yea. Weird? Weird and I go way back. BUt there are some things that are weird even for us. And it was one such occasion that really made my friends and me question our parents. Last year, over the summer before he started seventh grade, my brother Matt got a letter from The Blackthorne Institute for Boys. They were giving him a scholarship, full ride baby! So naturally, my parents should've been ecstatic. Instead they were furious. My dad made an angry phone call to the headmaster.

"I demand to know the meaning of this!" He shouted. "I thought I made my intentions clear about my son's education and... career choices" he whispers the last two words. I could understand the education thing, but career options? How could going to Blackthorne influence that? If anyhting, going to Blackthorne would give him better options! From what I've heard it's a very good school.

Since then, my friends and I have been on high alert, dissecting every sentence, deciphering every action our parents have made. I'm ashamed to admit that we even spy on them, quite a bit. Embarressing, yes, but extremely productive. Which is why I'm crouched outside the door to my parents room, eavesdropping on yet another conversation.

"Maybe we should let him go this year. It's not to late for him to catch the other boys. After all, he's only going into eighth grade, and Macey was able to make up for four missed years in two semesters." My mom says.

"Cammie, haven't we talked about this enough?"

"I know, but I've been thinking about it. He really wants to go there. I see so much of us in them. I think Matt would be great at it."

"Gallagher Girl, please," my dad pleads, "After what we went through as students, what we still go through now as professionals, I can't send him off to Blackthorne. I just can't. Same for Mikkie and the Gallagher Academy. It's not the kind of life I want for my kids."

"I don't either," my mom sighs. "I just feel bad hiding so much of our lives from them."

"I do too. But it's for the best." Holy shit on a stick! What are my parents hiding from me? I want to know! Now! I tiptoe quickly back to my room and pull out my cell phone.

Red alert! I repeat, red alert! I text to Casey, Lexi, and Tara. I immediately get a response from Lexi.

Where's the fire? It says.

Major bean spillage. Theyr keeping sumthing from us. Tht's all I cud find out. My phone buzzes as I get a text from Tara.

Code Black! Ooh, she's got something juicy!

Wut? Wut!

Lisnin 2 da 'rents. They sed sumthin about Gallagher. The line of work bein 2 dangerous 4 us. Hmm. What kind of dangerous work do the Alumni of the Gallagher go into? I text my question to her. -shrugs-. I text back,

-sighs- We'v got a lot of work 2 do

Huh? So how'd I do? Hopefully not terrible. I really want this to be one of my better stories so if you have any comments or suggestions I'd love to hear them. So please review! Peace out!
-Hammsters