Cammie POV

Today should be very sad. We had captured the Circle leaders. But it should, and will, be sad. Today is my Dads funeral. The small one that Joe, my mother, and Abby with the help of the Baxter's organized. It would be sad because we all miss my Dad. I think the new perspective I got at Grandma Morgans might help though. I found a good way to think about it. Like in the movie Soul Surfer where even though she looses and arm she finds the good in things.

The funeral is going to be held here at Gallagher. Where all the students. Most of my mothers and Abbys graduating class will be there. All of the people my Father worked with. And of course spies that knew him.

"Are you ready?" Bex asked turning to me and back to the mirror.

"Yeah, but I want to go find Zach," I said not mentioning that I had some news to tell him

Bex nodded. I think she was jealous. Since that time in the P&E barn when Zach said he went crazy, him and I have been closer than ever I even told him about what I settled on at Grandma's. The theory I came up with. Don't worry, you'll find out.

"There you are," I said turning the corner to the Library, "What are you doing?"

"Just walking. You look pretty," He smiled, but would he still be smiling when he found out. I can't tell him now it is going to have to wait.

I looked down at myself. I was probably the only one not wearing black. I had picked a small, short, short dress. It was light pink and had a flower pattern sowed onto it. I then put on a pair on black leggings that came to my thigh, black and silver flats with sequins, a business-type black blazer, and a lot of silver bobby pins. My hair was strraight, with side bangs, that I had pinned back by the bobby pins.

"Thanks. I didn't want black depressed, gothic, emo color, we need a little happiness."

"Come on," Zach smiled again, "We don't want to be late. He slid his hand into mine, like we had held hands forever.

The only way I could describe the first five minutes was bleak, weary, deprssed. Every one I looked at looked sad. For once my Aunt Abby and Mother allowed themselves to cry openly. Even Joe spread a few tears final the moment that I had been waiting for arrived. "Would anyone like to speak or give their condolences to Mathew and his family." Nobody stood except me. I walked confidently to the stage and had an added bounce in every step I took.

"Hello," I said into the mic I had in my hand, standing behind the podium. " Well, some of you know me as Mathews daughter. Some call me Cameron, Cammie, or Cam. I have been called the Chameleon before. I'm called Squirt, sweetheart, Ms. Morgan. My personal favorite in Gallagher Girl I don't remember who stated that one," I fake coughed,"Zach," Then I began talking again, "I am 18, as of Feburary, most agree I have been through more then the average spy goes through in a lifetime, good thing I don't remember much of it. I have a great family and friends that I can depend on. They are the ones I look up too when I feel like giving up. Every spy has their ups and downs, we may not be the same race, have the same personality, we might have different skills, and we all have different fears, but we all have our faults becuase of this one particular word.

"When it comes down to the real world though I am a human we all are. Some people think spies are like super heroes. They aren't. They might never admit it but even the best spy makes mistakes. Because in the end we are only humans. So I hope I am doing good I'm really just winging this. My father was by no means the best, no one is, he could've been out numbered, he might have made a mistake. Some one once told me that (in exact words) he was answering Mick Morrisons question 'In the business if you need a gun its probably to late for one to do any good. On the bright side maybe they'll bury you with it-that's assuming get to be buried.' Then of course I knew he was talking about my Dad he added, 'the lucky ones come home even if its in a box.

Well lets just say that I bet you girls of the senior class remember that, our first day in Cov Ops with our new, hot, teacher, I do, word for word. Everybody had their eyes on me and for the ending of his speech he added, 'Get good ladies, or get dead.'"

I took a deep breath and continued, "Believe it or not this speech does have a better point than me wanting to claw Mr. Soloman's eyes out, it has a better point than for once Mr. Soloman was wrong. It isn't about being good, my Dad was good, damn good. I may have written my first Cov Ops report during the tenth grade but this, if you know what I mean, didn't start until the eleventh. In a way I think my Dad dying helped me gather the strength to beat the Cirlce. I do know that if it wasn't for him, and me constantly reminding myself it was for him I would went and hid under a rock and never came out a long long time ago.

Right now I do miss him, of course, but I don't want myself to cry. He loved to see me happy and he always said that the best part of his day was when he could some home and find me smiling. He died to protect me, and to make the world a better place. He knew it was dangerous, he knew it was life threatening, yet he did it anyway. He was never afraid to stand up for what he believed in. So therefore I want to be the way he liked to see me. I want to stand up for what I believe in. And if I ever had a choice in how I could die it would be for someone I loved. So do I even get a single clap or good job Cammie. That guy over there has a really sad depressed in front of him and I just came up with it off the top of my head. So yeah clap if you want to be happy like me," I smiled.

I don't know what I expected. A few claps. I got way more. I got a standing ovation, cheers, and a 'Go Cammie' chant by the 7, 8, and 9th grade. A huge grin appeared across my face, I was truly happy and perfectly content, if only it could stay that way. Then I remember the secret and knew I wouldn't be happy until I knew that Zach was happy about the secret.

So yes, I am making my one shot into a story, but a few quick questions. Do you want Cammie to be pregnant again except mabye this time, people don't really agree with her keeping the baby. Or do you want a different secret, becuase all authors at least me have options A and B. So which one do you want. Yeah and I need a new name for this story.