CPOV
I left the booklet and ran. I packed a couple pairs of but not much. I 'borrowed' some bugs and listening devices from our Tech room but not enough to be noticeable. And I packed a picture of everyone I loved but I was unsure. I had my mother, my father, Bex, Macey, Liz, Aunt Abby but the last one was the one I wasn't sure about. I packed a picture of Zach.
It was hard to find him on film. In the end I used a pixilated photo taken when we had the exchange and my group was studying him.
I wasn't going to take it, I mean I barely knew him, but I felt like I couldn't leave it behind. I couldn't leave it behind like I was leaving him. Zachary Goode. A boy who risked his life to save me. A boy who annoyed me beyond belief. A boy who I just might love.
I stuffed it all in a duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder. I left through the front doors surprisingly enough. Nobody noticed. I was Cammie the Chameleon and nobody notice me.
Everybody was getting ready for the final dinner shared together and I had an hour or so before they notice I had disappeared. It wasn't a lot but I couldn't bring myself to postpone it to tonight. I wasn't sure I could wait that long without creating suspicion.
I began walking down the drive as if I was sent to do something. As if I was not trying to run away. As if somebody sent me to do whatever I was doing.
I then made a sharp left and continued walking. I walked straight into the forest. I continued along, making no purposeful noise although I snapped a couple twigs as I walked. I was good but not that good.
I soon stopped at a large stone. If I was not mistaken, there was a trap door right beside this rock buried under the grass. I had trapped over the latch on my first year at Gallagher
I was not sure where it went. I was always to nervous to go down there alone. But I suspect it lead out of the grounds. It was my escape route.
BPOV
I was getting my bags packed and needed Cammie's advice on how to fit all of my junk in my suitcases. She was the expert at it. Macey brought so many suitcases that she didn't have the same problem. Liz would think of a hundred possibilities and orders to put everything in and would insist on testing each and every one.
Cammie was the sensible one. She always knew what to do (well, most of the time ecleast). I would usually get her to help me pack, it had become a tradition for me to ask for her help. But where was she?
I wondered the halls for a while. Other girls were chatting excitedly but sadly. It was always hard to leave your sisters, even if you did get to see your family.
Soon we all crowded in to the grand hall for dinner. I had been searching for Cammie for twenty-three minutes.
I had recruited Macey and Liz after eleven minutes. I recruited Grant and Jonas after fifteen. We ran into Grant and Jonas could not find Zach either.
Where were they? Together in some hidden passageway? Or was this mere coincidence? Well for some reason I knew it wasn't either. My instinct told me it wasn't.
One thing Mr. Soloman taught us resurface in my memories.
"Always trust your instinct" he told us, "A good spy relies solely on his or her instinct."
I raised my hand, "Mrs. Baxter?"
"Shouldn't you relay on your knowledge?" I asked.
"Knowledge alone will not save you in a dire situation Mrs. Baxter. Most spies would be too frightened by this point of a mission. That's when you use your instinct. It will save your life a thousand more times then your head will. Count on it." My hot Cov Ops teacher assured me.
My instinct told me this was not some coincidence. Cammie was missing. It was my job as her best friend to find her.
The troop of us thundered up the staircase for the millionth time. That's when I spotted a small booklet.
I approached it cautiously and opened the first page. It was a report by Cammie.
CPOV
I had just found the rusty latch in the ground when I heard a twig snap loudly behind me. I swore.
"Who's there?" I snapped at the forest. I knew somebody was out there. I felt there eyes watching me.
I heard a faint rustling noise in the brush and then Zach stepped out from behind a large oak tree a couple feet away. He smiled weakly at me then greeted, "Hello Gallagher Girl." Then his face settled into his regular smirk.
