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Cammie's POV

"Cameron Morgan, report to the office." The over-head speakers blared. I groaned and got up from my bean-bag. It's not the easiest thing to do when you're giving up the last 30 minutes of New Moon to talk to your mom. I turned off the plasma and headed towards my mom's office. I couldn't think of anything that I had done wrong over the past 2 weeks, so I guess it will be some kind of mother/daughter thing.

I wish

I made my way through the heavy oak doors and sat on the chair in front of my mom. She was searching through a stack of papers nervously, like someone who just lost an 8 billion dollar earring. I traced my fingers on the edge of the table, and waited her to begin.

"Cammie . . . I know this might be a surprise, but we are fixing to enroll you at Blackthorne." She said it quietly and quickly, probly hoping that I wouldn't hear, but then again spies hear everything.

At first, I thought she was joking, but when I saw the look of guilt in her eyes, I knew she was serious.

"What!? Why!?" I said pounding my fist on her desk. "That's an all boy's school!" I stared deep in her eyes and saw pain. "What's wrong with Gallagher?" She took a deep breath, put down her papers, and looked me straight in the eye.

"The same people who captured your dad are looking for you Cammie. There have been 4 attacks here in the last 3 days! I don't know about you, but I'm not about to lose another one." She held my hands and closed her eyes. "I love you, and I'm only doing this to protect you."

I looked at my mom again. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she wore one of my dad's old T-shirts. She had dark circles around her eyes and her lips were dry. She looked like a dead man walking, and if going to Blackthorne was going to make her feel better, then . . . I guess I could go.

"I'll go pack my bags." I whispered turning towards the door.

"Thanks kiddo." She gave a peck on the cheek and returned to her papers. "Being the only girl won't be so bad."

I was going to be the only girl?

Half an hour later I was all packed ready to go when I felt a familiar smack in the face,

"Ow!" I said facing Bex. Her hair had grown half an inch longer and her long super-model body seemed to have gotten more beautiful. "That hurt!" Her caramel eyes narrowed on mine.

"Why the bloody hell are you going to Blackthorne, and why the bloody hell do you think you're going without saying goodbye to me?!" Her thick accent rolled off her tongue as she yelled in my face.

"Sorry" I said pulling her in a hug. "I didn't think you would be here for another hour." I rubbed my cheek and pulled her in a hug.

"It's okay" She said returning the hug. "I guess I'm little angry that they're sending you away." She pulled back and looked at her feet.

"I'll come back as soon as I can." I reassured her, climbing in the helicopter.

"I'm gonna miss you" Bex and I yelled in unison. I waved to her and shut the door. The helicopter slowly raised in the air.

I felt tears coming when I realized that I didn't even get to say goodbye to Liz and Macey. When I looked at the window again, we were sky high in the air. I looked down to where Bex was, and now joining her was Liz and Macey. It's about time! I silently waved to them as we veered east. I might never get the chance to see them again.

I drifted off to sleep about an hour later thinking about my most vital secret. My mom, dad, Solomon, Bex, Macey, Liz or even Zach didn't know about my power. If anyone found out about this, they would probly tell the FBI. If they FBI knew about it then someway the news would get leaked to the COC. If the COC knew about it, there would be endless torture to my body. Experiments, test, questions that I couldn't answer. The very thought made me cringe.

My super power is probly the only reason why I got my nickname Chameleon. I looked at my hand disappear and reappear as I tested my invisibility. I put my hand through the helicopter window and felt the rush of cold air. My super power might not be kick-ass and awesome, but turning into a invisible ghost wasn't something to forget.

I thought of how my family and friends react if they ever knew my secret. Mom would probly treat me like a freak for the next 6 months. Dad (if he was alive) would probly ask me thousands of questions on how my invisibility works. Tina would make up 5 million rumors on how I use my powers to cheat in CoveOps. Bex and Macey would probly treat it like nothing, even they have 300 questions in their head. Liz would probly do a kajillion test on me in the lab. And Zach would probly . . . . Smirk.

I thought of how weird it would be seeing Zach again, and how awkward it would be being the only girl at Blackthorne. I wondered if Zach ever thought about me over the past 3 years and if he ever thought about us getting together again.

I shook the thought out of my head. Zach and I could never be together again, not since I saw him making out with Tina. From this day on, I'm totally over boys. But that wasn't the easiest thing to do when you're going to live with them for the next 2 years!

I opened my eyes and peeked out of my blindfold. We were just landing on top of Blackthorne. I stretched my limbs and got my bags ready. This was going to be a long day.

Mr. Solomon showed me to my room a while later, and might I say, it was Fantabulous! The walls were electric green and the king sized bed was decorated with all kinds of chocolate. In the corner was a huge desk with a MAC computer turned on. The chair sitting in front of the computer looked comfortable enough to sleep in. In the opposite corner of the room were four multi-colored bean bags, just like the one we had at Gallagher before Macey moved in.

I could spend another hour telling you about the room, but there's only so much time in spy's life.

"Wow" I said scanning the room again. I couldn't believe my eyes. Mr. Solomon smirked and leaned against the door frame.

"It was all your mom's idea. She wanted you . . . to feel at home." He smiled at me and turned to the hall. "Dinners at 7:00 don't be late." He left without a sound, leaving me to explore the room all by myself. After an hour of unpacking and snooping, I was ready to leave for dinner.

I took a quick shower and brushed my hair. My dirty blonde hair was now starting to become white blonde. The only thing that kept people from calling me a Blonde was the few streaks of chocolate brown hair on the top layer of my head.

Even my figure was finally making its break through. My short legs had grown full, long and toned, my stomach was now flat and tan, and let's say that I wear a 1 cup size bigger than last year . . .

But surprisingly it wasn't my figure that surprised me, it was my eyes. Instead of its normal emerald blue, it was . . . many colors. If I was mad my eyes would turn fiery red. If I was happy it would be a bright green. If I was sad it would be a deep blue. If I was just normal it would be emerald green. From what Bex tells me, when, I'm sleeping my eyes are bright orange. The list goes on and on but for now, I'm trying to hide them behind blue contacts.

I put on a "Girls kick-ass" t-shirt, A&F distressed short-shorts, and Prada wedges. I reviewed myself in the mirror and gave myself an A+. I hate to say it but with my new changes and all, I looked hotter than Macey, Bex and Megan Fox combined.

I grabbed my iPhone and started listing to "Alejandro" by: Lady GaGa. I held my head high and walked towards the dining hall, but by the time I got there, I was already nervous.

As soon as I entered the room every eye turned towards me. My iPhone was playing"Lip Gloss" By Lil Mama, which I thought was the perfect song for the moment. I strutted all the way down to a empty table, my head held high, while the boys still try. (A/N I can make a rhyme any time!) Boys were handing me their cell numbers left and right, by the time I got to my table my Coach bag was full of evapa (A/N Evapo?) paper.

It was all going pretty well when a certain Blackthorne boy ruined my fantasy.

Zach's POV

Today I just found out that some girl's enrolling at Blackthorne. I wondered how much bribing that girl did to get here, I mean, Blackthorne isn't really a school for girls. Every boy at Blackthorne was going crazy dressing up and trying to impress the mystery girl. I mean they haven't even seen her yet! She could be ugly!!

I was about to remind Grant that he shouldn't dress up for a girl, when he already had Bex, when suddenly the room got very quiet.

I turned to the doors and gawked.

Cammie?

Cammie's the mystery girl?!

Damn she hot!

The police should arrest me for cheating on such a hot babe. Talk about first degree stupidity. Every boy in the room practically bowed at her feet, offering to carry her bag and massage her feet.

She smiled warmly to the crowd and made her way to an empty table. The second she sat down, all the other boys were already fighting for an empty spot at her table. I smiled to myself and made my way to her table. I kicked a guy in his balls and round house kicked another one, but I finally found a empty spot in front of her.

A few kisses and apologies, and she'd be back my arms.

She looked a bit annoyed to see me, but I know she was exited in side. I was about lie about the reason why I was with Tina, when something caught my eye.

"Are your eyes . . . red?"