Divine like the Wolves- Chapter 1
Falling off the flat Earth
Disclaimer: Ally Carter owns Gallagher Girls
Cammie's Point of View
When I was young, my mother always used to tell me that when things got tough, all you had to do was stand up. I didn't know what she meant as my palms laid flat on the floor and I looked at the world upside down between my legs. But now as I run with my heart pounding in my chest, I understand it was her way of saying, "Look on the bright side." I am looking on the bright side as I run towards the bright, rested and eastern sun. It is six in the morning at Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women as I run around the track. My feet hit the Earth with a wonderful, crunch, crunch, crunch. Despite the fact that it's mid-September, I can already feel the creeping warmth that will later turn to heat in this warm morning. But I keep running to clear my head that twirls and spins with thoughts zooming in and out of my aching head.
It's been months since Dr. Steve left. Since I nearly died. My hair is just past my shoulders now and it makes me feel like the whole world may be settling back into place. I'm safe here. But my memory couldn't come back any faster. There are bits and pieces and flashes of images. But they get blurry as soon as they come. I fear that if I remember everything, who will I be? On top of this of course things have to be piled. Of course I must mull them over in my head and toss and turn in bed. Would I be Cammie if I didn't? It's the first semester of Senior Year. My last year before I go out into the world again. My last years of sleeping in the same room as my roommates and hiding in that hiding spot. Even if people have been watching me like a hawk. Today, Blackthorne would be arriving for second semester. Blackthorne means Zack. Zack means confusion. Zack means happiness and so many emotions all at once I could fly on them. They'll arrive in time for classes on Monday and I'm nervous.
But today is a new day. A day where anything can happen. Bex doing her homework on a Saturday. Possibly. So I run here around the track and listen to the birds. I listen to the crunch of sand under my feet and let the early sun bathe my body in hope. The blue sky stretches beyond where I can see and beautiful fluffy clouds are painted with craft in the sky. My legs begin to burn and my breathing starts to pick up. I don't know how long I have been running for. But what I assumed to be 6:00 it's probably closer to 7:00 now. I start to sweat and my pony tail begins to loosen. I could keep going, but I slow down and stop. My roommates will not be satisfied with the note I left if they wake up early for the arrival. So I start to head back to the mansion, feeling lighter than I did this morning. And that's not just the dinner being burned off.
I am reaching the long driveway and look down to see if the security guy will notice me. He let me out this morning and said he would let me back in. I think it was pity, as it settled over his face and softened his brown eyes. I wave my arms over my head and as far as my vision will let me see, I can tell that he's out of his post. He stands tall and strong from his posture but his back is towards me. This is odd. Suddenly, fear and anger wash over me like a tsunami. It hits me so fast that I have to take a few steps back. Fear. Anger. No, fear. They fight inside of my stomach, trying to take hold of me and in the process; they make my stomach drop to the fiery ball in the middle of the Earth. Either one will make me cower or be reckless. Who is he arguing with? Is he with someone? Who is it? I think of my enemies and rude teens from town who don't like us. People flash in my mind as I duck just in case. But if it were a huge threat, wouldn't there be an alarm? Wouldn't the highly trained spies who are in the mansion right now be out here kicking butt? I slowly and awkwardly stand up from my ducking position and thank God that it's Saturday. Otherwise it would be a better chance that people would see me. If they could spot a Chameleon. A Chameleon blending in with gravel. A human Chameleon. I then feel ridiculous and decide to just stand by the door and wait. The Guard turns left and reveals the person who he was arguing with. He is looking up at the Guard with his head nearly to the sky as the Guard looms over him.
In one quick breath I am dropping from the face of the Earth like as if it were flat. I feel like puking out the emptiness in my stomach but at the same time my fingers tingle with excitement and spreads. I am being torn apart inside once again, but then I find myself jogging. I run faster and faster because I have a feeling deep inside that I should do this. I have to. But I'm not sure if it is the right thing to do. I'm not sure if I should be so close now. He watches me run to him and ignores the Guard just as I come to a halt. I open my mouth at the same time he does just as the fear vanishes. I close it to let him talk but he does the same. Speak Cammie!
"Josh..." It comes out in no more than a whisper and the invisible hand wrapping tight around my body squeezes. I should be ready for things like this. I've been almost hypnotized to throw myself off a roof, went missing for a summer, lost my memory and not to mention this has sort of happened before. But all my years of spy training have not prepared me for seeing my first ex-boyfriend again. Maybe I should be used to this by now...things being thrown my way in various ways at different speeds.
"Hey, Cammie." An involuntary shiver goes down my spine as he speaks my name. His hair is still the curly brown but he's gotten older of course. His curls aren't cute anymore and more like waves. His face and body have lost that bit of baby fat. Basically, he's aged in all the right ways. He wears grey sweatpants with elastics at the bottom, red Nikes and a simple black t-shirt that makes my heart pump faster than it already was. But his eyes. His brown eyes see me. They don't look through me, or analyze me. He's looking at Cameron Morgan. I begin to work again.
"What...what are you doing here?" I ask as I see his sweat. He's slowing down his breathing and takes a look at the Guard. All the while the heat goes a degree hotter and the sun gets higher. But I'm too stunned to do anything.
"I know, Cammie-" he starts, more urgent than before. He takes a couple steps towards me and determination envelopes his face.
"I have to notify your mother, Ms. Morgan! A serious breach may occur, I know I should have done it in the first place but...I thought...I didn't know..." He quickly stumbles back to his post and opens the door. Josh and I watch him as I just stand here as stiff as a stick. He looks back at me and closes the space between us. I hold my breath as he talks.
"Cammie, I remember! I remember everything...I remember you on the roof and the tea-oh the tea." He talks so fast and moves so much. I might as well have been kicked in the stomach. My knees shake as I break out into hysteria and my arms wave everywhere.
"What?! No! You are not supposed to remember! You are not supposed to break the system, Josh!"
"I didn't try to remember! Do you think it's fun remembering your ex-girlfriend is a-" Fast as lighting I cover his mouth in one swift movement. My stomach keeps dropping and my heart races so fast.
"Shh! Never!" I whisper fiercely. He almost said it. An outsider almost said it. Suddenly my shock turns to anger because that's the easiest emotion to call up.
"Why are you here?! Why did you come, Josh?!" I ask, exasperated. The Guard who is obviously not a highly trained spy comes running out and grabs Josh by the shoulder.
"Walk, boy." He says. Josh frowns at him and is about to shrug him off when I hear the sound of people rushing. Josh and I look. A rampage about to happen is heading our way.
A/N: Hey! This is my new story and I just wanted a fresh start from My Dear Raven so I got one and am really excited with the improved writing and plot! This is a short chapter but the next one will be about 2k longer. Please read & review! I would appreciate it and will be uploading the second chapter in this week! Kay, buh-bye.