Hey everyone! So I got this random idea for a story in my head and now BAM! here it is lol. I hope you guys like it :) I didn't think it was too bad. The first chapter is just a way to explain everything so we can get right to the good stuff... like Zammie for example ;)) LOL hope you guys like it . Review and let me know what you think!

I DO NOT OWN THE GALLAGHER GIRLS SERIES ALLY CARTER DOES.

I sighed and stared out the car window. It was a beautiful day at the end of June and school was out for the summer. I had my very best friend Macey McHenry snoring lightly next to me and I was in one of the McHenry family limos heading to the beautiful town (or I guess you could call it a village) of Southampton to stay at Macey's summer house for the next 2 and a half months. I should've been jumping out of my skin. I should've been excited.

I should've been happy.

But I wasn't. Not by a long shot. Because all I could think about was how much my mom would've loved it here. How my father would've been snapping photos to put in one of his corny albums and reciting historical facts that would make me roll my eyes. How my brother should've been sitting in between me and Macey with one arm slung around her shoulder making jokes and teasing the hell out of me while we all laughed together.

But none of that would ever happen again.

My name is Cammie Morgan. I go to a private school in New York City called Gallagher Academy and I'm a cheerleader (actually Macey and I are co-captains of the squad). I've always been the 'golden girl' of our school, or at least that's what Mace and Ian always called me. Basically I had the best of everything. My grades were stellar, I had tons of friends (but Macey was always my only best friend), I was a cheerleader, I was rich, I was pretty (other people's words not my own) and above all, I was happy. I had people who loved me and I knew that was something I could count on.

That changed 9 months ago when a man named Grayson Klein murdered my family.

It was on a Monday. I had just gotten out of cheer practice and Macey and I took a cab over to her penthouse because we knew her parents wouldn't be home (they never were). We had decided to work on our new cheers and spend a few hours just doing whatever. So after I gave Mace a kiss on the cheek and called my parents driver to come pick me up, I headed upstairs to my family's apartment feeling happy and wanting to tell my mom about Steven Tucker who had finally talked to me at school that day but the minute I got into my home, I knew something was wrong. The first thing that tipped me off was the fact that I couldn't hear anything. There were no tvs on, no voices, no music coming fom my brothers bedroom. It was completely silent.

"Mom?" I yelled as I made my way into the kitchen, "Dad? Ian? Anybody home?" No one answered. I threw my bag on the kitchen counter and kept walking until I got to the living room. I glanced at the couch and as I did I felt my mouth drop open and my lunch come back up. There on the couch sat my father. There was a book on the floor by his feet and a mug full of coffee on the coffee table.

And his throat was slit.

I don't even remember how I got into the kitchen. The next thing I knew I was on the phone, sobbing at the person who ansered my 911 call to just send somebody, anybody. I stayed on the floor, bringing my knees up to my chest and trying to breathe through the sobs and the tears. I felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I couldn't breathe. My last thought before I passed out was 'Where's Ian?'

Back in the car we had just arrived. I looked out the window and gave a laugh. Of course the house was huge, I wouldn't expect anything less of Cynthia McHenry. I nudged Macey softly to wake her up and she glanced out the window before giving me a small smile and pushing her door open. I couldn't help but remember the person she used to be.

The old Macey would've made a snarky comment about her mother's decorating skills, climbed out of the car and talked about how many parties we could throw through the course of the summer but now she was silent. Just checking her phone to see if her parents had called and waiting for me to get out of the car. As I did it struck me for the millionth time in the past 9 months how broken my best friend really was. How broken we both really were and not for the first time, I wondered of we could ever be fixed.

Ian was my brother. He'd had the same golden blonde hair as me but his eyes had been a hazel while mine were extremely blue. He'd been 2 years older than me and we had always been really close. I'd told him everything, loved him more than life itself. We'd barely ever faught and he'd been the best big brother anyone could have.

He was also in love with my best friend.

Macey had started dating Ian when she was 14 and he was 16. They spent the night watching over me together one night after Mace and I went to a party and I got wasted.

I'd started throwing up so much that Mace got worried and called my brother so he'd come, picked me up and taken me home. When I woke up the next morning they'd been sleeping with Macey facing me and Ian with his arm around her waist. I'd smiled and made in my own personal mission to get them together.

In a months time, Ian had broken up with his girlfriend, Sarah, and him and Macey were together. They'd been in love. For the 2 years after that they were the perfect couple and everyone knew they'd be together forever. But then forever ended and Macey hasn't been the same since. Neither have I.

We had wanted to leave for the summer because everyone back home was just a reminder. I couldn't even guess how many times I'd been asked the same questions over and over since that night. "Are you ok?", "Is there anything I can do?", "Do you wanna talk about it?" and depending on who it was, my answers varied. When my friends at school or teachers or family friends asked I would force my mouth into a smile and assure them that I was fine, the only thing they could do was distract me and no I did not want to talk about it. The only people I really did talk to about everything were Macey, the police (obviously) and my therapist.

Dr. Bates has been my psychiatrist for 7 months. When one of the Detectives saw how awfully I was handling everything they recommended her to me because they had used her after their partner died in the field and they found her helpful. Weirdly, so did I. Macey refused to go to her though.I had promised to call Dr. Bates every other day during the summer.

The looks were worse. The looks of pity I got from everyone who knew me, and even some people who didn't, were unbearable. They made me angry and sad and I was tired of getting them so Mace and I had packed up our bags, Maceys' maid/nanny an old european woman we called Nena and moved out to the Hamptons for summer vacay.

I finished unpacking quickly and made my way to Macey's room were I found her with 2 whole suitcases left. I laughed at her and she turned around scowling.

"Cam just because I have more clothing than you does not give you the right to make fun of me. Don't forget," She flashed me a wicked grin. "I know where you sleep." I laughed.

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever. I think I'm gonna head to the beach if that's cool with you. I need some sun." I said, examining my arms. I made a face at how white I was and she laughed and threw a sandal at me.

"It's cool. Get out of here pasty face! You're blinding me!" I grinned and left to get dressed. I grabbed my favourite blue bikini from my closet, threw on my short white cover up dress and packed a bag. Then I left and did the 15 minute walk to the beach.

When I got there I layed out my towel in an unoccupied spot and took off my cover up. I layed down and started tanning when all of a sudden I heard a voice from above me.

"Why hello there."

Bet you can't guess who that is ;) lol REVIEW PLEASE?