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Hey people. This is my second fanfic. Enjoy!

Most people want to be more than average. They want to be more than themselves. To be the best. To do something great. To feel special. To be different. I did too. But that was just it. I did is past tense. What do I say now? I say to those kind of people, "Be careful of what you wish for." My name is Cameron Morgan, a.k.a. Cammie. Welcome to the first day of the last day of my simple life.

I laid on the couch with my legs hanging off of the side arm. The windows were wide open, allowing the slight, evening breeze to cool me off. Silence rang through the house, filling every corner, except for the occasional meow. My cat Suzy rested lazily on my stomach. I don't know why she did that or why I even let her, but she looked too peaceful for me to shove off.

I sighed inwardly as I peered out of the window into the peripheral sunlight. The bright, beautiful summer was ending and I would have to go back to Roseville High School next week. I didn't like school. Even though I was the school genius and could kick ass in gym, I was invisible. People forgot me when I was standing right next to them. No joke. I know that most girls probably feel that way too (invisible I mean), but I've had someone sit on me once. Talk about awkward.

My cell phone rang and I looked at the caller ID. Instantly, my melancholy mood lifted as I flipped open the phone. "Hey," I greeted softly, as if I didn't want to ruin the constant quietness in the house. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Josh responded. "I just really missed you."

I giggled at my boyfriend. "You saw me fifteen minutes ago."

"It feels like ages though," he whined.

Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. "Hey, Josh, can you hold on for a sec? Someone's at the door." I pushed Suzy off gently, causing her to purr softly, and I shuffled forward, yawning all the while. My final days of freedom consisted of pure laziness and Josh. Believe me when I say I loved every second of it.

I swung open the door to see absolutely no one. The streets were eerily bare but as I turned to go back, something red caught my eye. I looked down to find a big, fat envelop on the doorstep. I scanned the empty streets quickly, wondering who could have put this here and left so discreetly. I warily bent forward and picked it up. The outside had cut-up letters from a magazine that formed two words: Cammie Morgan.

Who's this from? There wasn't any return address. There wasn't even my address, which was creepy. That must've meant that whoever gave me this letter didn't only know where I lived, but they also presented it here in person. I couldn't decide whether to open it or not. I mean, you've seen those horror movies and murder mysteries where the main characters get these types of envelopes filled with threats or ransoms. You could see why I wasn't all too thrilled in opening it. As I contemplated this, I heard a voice from my cell saying, "Cammie? Cam, are you there?" Oh crap. I forgot about Josh.

"Yeah," I said into the phone, "sorry about that."

"That's OK," he responded but I barely heard him as I gazed out along the streets, my eyes moving from house to house. Unfortunately, the barren neighborhood answered none of my questions. I looked down to find my hands trembling. Whatever this letter was doing to me I didn't like it.

"Uh, Josh," I stuttered, "can I call you back?"

"Is everything OK?" he inquired. I could hear the worry in his voice.

"Yeah, of course," I answered reassuringly, "I just can't talk right now." I knew he didn't want to go. I didn't either but we hung up. Little did I know that this was the last time I would talk to him for awhile. Now all I had was this letter in front of me. Usually something like this didn't creep me out but this envelope had a freaky aura to it.

"Stop being an idiot," I whispered to myself as I returned to the couch. "It's just an envelope. It's probably a joke." Yeah. Someone just left you an unaddressed envelope and left without a minute trace. I laughed nervously at myself as I slit open the top. A watch along with a letter fell out and I hurriedly picked up the contents. The watch was a light, digital clock that held military time. Great. I'm not the quickest at reading military watches. I placed it gently on the table as I pulled out the letter, which was typed of course, from underneath the envelope. I held it under the light, to make sure all of this was real as I began to read:

Cameron Morgan,

I must remain strictly confidential. I'm sorry to inform you that Mr. Morgan is missing as of this morning. We, as in your father and I, are close, even though you haven't heard of me. I can't tell you much, obviously, in case this letter is intercepted. However, I can tell you that you're in grave danger and that there is more to this than it seems. Keep an eye opened 24-7. More over, I would advise you to listen to my instructions. Mr. Morgan has encased a hundred dollars in his desk. Find it. Stapled on the back of this letter is a one way ticket to London. Your path, your instructions, are in these red envelopes and your next one is on the plane. If you're smart, you'll find it. Say nothing to anyone about anything. Your life is at stake.

Sincerely,

A Friend

P.S. Take this watch as a gift. It doesn't look like much but it could come in handy later.

I drew in my breath sharply. This letter had to be fake. It had to be a joke. Dad said that he was coming home tomorrow night. Just because his business had him out of town a lot, didn't mean he was missing, right? And what did it mean when it said I was in grave danger? How can you be in danger in Roseville? I turned it over to the back, wondering why this person would bother to give me a ticket if this was fake. Or even grant me a really expensive looking watch. I was beginning to panic. My heart was speeding up and I could feel beads of sweat prickling down my forehead. If this was a prank, this person was good. If it wasn't a prank, if this was really real... then I would prefer the prank.

The bell rang again for the second time that day and I quickly stashed the envelope and its contents in a cupboard. I sprinted to the door to find a policeman, who greeted me, "Are you Cameron Morgan?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to be anyone but me but all I could do was nod my head.

"Your father is missing," he informed me slowly, cautiously. Suddenly this calm summer evening was turning upside down in a matter of minutes. And I knew barely anything. All I knew was that I had to follow the letter. I knew I couldn't stay here anymore. I knew I was heading to London. I knew that the earth was rushing to meet my head as I fainted.

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