So this is my first story and I appreciate constructive criticism but please be nice. Also sorry it's short it's kind of like an intro. – Aria.
Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing but the plot. Ally Carter owns everything else.
I'm thinking of him and it brings me back to the day we met: the Roseville carnival. No one noticed me as I passed out flyers as part of my legend, no one except him. No one noticed me in my inconspicuous jeans and T-shirt, no one except him. No one noticed the little things like how I licked my orange flavored candy cane into a point, checking its sharpness ever so often or how I would grimace when my teeth accidentally snapped the delicate point, no one except him. Because up until that day no one noticed me, because I was Cammie the Chameleon and no one ever noticed me, no one except him. No one except Zach Goode. Why is this so important you ask? Because I have a secret: I am in love with Zach Goode.
So I hope you guys liked this and hopefully my cousin will email me the second part soon, but until then bye. -Aria