This is an alternate ending I just thought of sitting here in Study Hall. Ending to United We Spy spoilers, kind of. All rights to Ally Carter
Six Months Later
Some girls are looking at me as I right this. Well, not me, exactly. I think they want this table. I can't really blame them. Its warm here in the sun with the cool breeze washing over these pages. Every now and then, I reach down to smooth my plaid skirt, but then I remember that my plaid skirt days are behind me.
Some guys throw a Frisbee across the quad. A man in a tweed jacket parks an old-fashioned bicycle near the library. And I sit here, alone and unseen.
A chameleon.
Turns out, you can take the girl out of the spy school, but you can never take the spy school out of the girl.
"Here you go." I tell the guys and send the Frisbee back to them, harder than they must have expected.
"Hey, thanks." One of the guys tells me. "Wow. You're really strong."
He has no idea.
He's cute, Bex would say. But Bex isn't beside me. None of my friends are here, so I'm alone when the guy asks, "Have I seen you before?"
I gather my things and have to smile.
"Nope." I tell him.
"See you around?" The guy asks.
I doubt it.
He doesn't know my story. He hasn't seen my scars. To him, I'm just another freshman, another girl. He can't possibly understand why I blend so easily into the wave of backpacks that fills the sidewalk. He doesn't know me, and I realize that maybe I don't know myself. That I have a lifetime to figure that out.
People say Georgetown University is the prettiest in the spring. But the autumn air feels the sweetest to me. It's the closest thing to freedom I have ever felt. When the path branches, I can either walk along the main road to and from campus or go down an overgrown path that runs along the river. Most coeds would be afraid to go down the dark, twisted trail alone, but I don't think twice about it. I walk on, sun streaking through the falling leaves until I pass beneth a stone archway.
Overhead, cars and pedestrians and cyclists make their way to campus. They don't think about what's below but I
AM DEAD