Just to make sure you know~~ THIS STORY CONTAINS ONLY THE GOOD SPY YOUNG SPOILERS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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"Cameron Ann Morgan!" hissed my mom hissed at me from the doorway of Blackthorne Institue for Boys.

"Just-" I was about to tell her to wait because I was checking out their security. Whichby the way was VERY exellent. But she had grabbed my arm

and yanked me inside to the school. "You could have been nicer about that." I said jokingly,

but all I got was a glare. Mentally I told myself to shut up. "Welcome to Blackthorne Institute for Boys Miss. Morgan, I hope you enjoy your stay here for the time being" a medium sized man told me, he had brown hair, brown eyes. But like any other 48 year old male I knew he was loosing hair.

Really I did'nt understand why my mother thought I would be safer at Blackthorne. Last year I had almost gotten killed here. Well actually almost killed over six times. Not including a phase of insanity I went through. But stangly enough I felt no safer here than I did at Gallagher.

The only exception was that I didn't have Bex, or Liz, or Macey. Or even Tina. At a time when I had nobody I was thinking of Tina Walters!

"Cam" my mom said to me, as she pulled me aside from the Grand Hall. Which let me tell you had some very cute boys that were wondering deeply at what I was doing at a school for thugs, or assains as I should phrase it.

"Can we talk?" she asked, with a concerned look on her face.

"I want you to know I love you, and I'm sorry beyond anything about what happened last year." she said. "I know your seventeen, and I know you know practically every martial arts move in all of the seven continents, but I don't know if you know about boys." my mom told me, biting her lip. Yes, for the first time in my life, my mom was nervous about boys...for me. I smiled.

"Mom...can we please not have this talk?"

"Thank God!" she said as she led me back to the Grand Hall, where I could see my bags being taken away.

"Well, sweetie. You are in no danger here at Blackthorne." my mom stated, "but what about-" I was cut off once again by my mother. "She's taken care of" my mom winked. At the oddest times she always seemed to know what I was going to say. And at this moment, I was glad she did.

"I love you Cammie."

"I love you too, mom" I told her with the most menaing I could forse with out breaking into tears that I wouldn't be able to see my mother for at least a semester. Or my friends. Or any of my old professors. I wanted to shout that I was a big girl, that I didn't need this protection. But I couldnt tell a lie.

As I watched my mother leave the Blackthorne building, the silent movement around me began to get louder, until I turned around and there was nobody in sight except for the man who had greeted me at the beginning."Dining Hall, its Dinner time Miss. Morgan." he said. As He showed me the way to the giant room, he was about to pull open the doors before he stopped and said one thing, "My name is Ditzler by the way Cammie." And at that he pulled the doors open and exposed me to what seemed like every teenage boy In America.