My first story so please go easy on me. Critiques welcome if they come nicely hehe.
I hope you like it!
"And now, I present you to you, the graduating class of 2011!" my mother, the stunning Rachel Morgan exclaimed and a flurry of graduation caps went flying through the air.
This was it, I was finally graduating from Gallagher Academy. Well actually I already did, since this ceremony was just a act, I guess you can say. A distraction from what we really are. Spies.
About 4 hours before (3 hours and 42 minutes and 13 seconds to be exact) we had our real graduation ceremony, where spy parents, like Bex's parents could come too. It was there where we received with agency from the Alpha Net we were going to as well as what we really earned honors in. Bex, of course, was top of our class for P&E while Liz was top of our class for virtually everything else. And, to my pleasant surprise, I (ME!) was head of my class for CoveOps.
I look at my best friends with sad eyes. They were the ones that kept me together through everything and now we will go through separate paths. I studied their faces knowing that Bex and I, as well as other classmates will be heading to a life of danger, a spy life. This might be the last time I saw any of them again, because sometimes... spies don't come back... at all.
Me and Liz were heading to the CIA, although she was working in a lab, while I was was a field agent. Bex was going to the MI6 and Macey was heading to the to well, a teaching job at Gallagher Academy as the new COW (Countries of the World) teacher, since Mr. Smith, our previous and paranoid COW teacher was retiring. Macey could and should have been a spy of course, but her father expected of her to help him with his office campaigns. A spy can't do that without risking being caught.
As Liz's parents told her it was time to go, Liz pulled us all into a group hug. I could tell tears were running through all of our faces, but we just hugged, knowing this could be the last time we ever would have hug each other.
One of us can possibly die.
5 years later...
I was greeted with a surprise when I came back into the loft that Liz and I shared after 5 days away in Singapore for an exhausting mission involving locating a art smuggler and a ticking time bomb.
See, normally Liz would hug me, knocking the wind out of me (I been punched thousands of times from experts but that girls can really hug), and then ask about my mission. We were both careful to avoid what really were on our minds, that this time I came back alive, but I might not next time.
But today, she just merely looked up from the couch she was sitting on, her puffy eyes a dead giveaway to the fact that she was crying.
I immediately rushed to her side, and asked her what was wrong. She bit her lip and slowly said, "I'm not sure how to say this... actually I'm not sure how this could happen, but Gallagher Academy... has been attacked. 4 teachers... died."
I stared at her in a state of shock and numbness and she finally looked me in the eye and said, "Your mom wants us back at Gallagher Academy, Cammie."
R&R please? Sorry for the shortness.
There will be Zach in this, don't worry.