Hey y'all! You know I'm missperfect23 and this is my new story (well one of them) that I thought up when I was rereading OGSY the other day. I hope you like it, and, as always, tell m watcha think! Oh! I almost forgot. I'm writing on fanfiction, aren't I? So why would I be writing on here if I owned Gallagher Girls? Sarah Leigh Fogleman does, and if I were her, I would be working on Out of Sight, Out of Time, not this amazing story.
You know what my name is. You know what school I go to. You know the truth behind the lies Gallagher Academy tells civilians. Their cover. You know I'm 17 years old and my birthday is January 19. Or else you wouldn't be reading this.
But what you don't know is... the covert operations reports you read earlier? Full of lies. Crawling with them. They were a cover too. My cover. The lies I wrote, the things I left out, they were all to protect my op. But since that's all over and done with now... This is the unedited, unabridged version. Nothing untrue, nothing left out, nothing you won't know. So welcome to the all- access behind the scenes tour of my life.
Now, any self- respecting spy would've noticed that earlier I referred to "my op". Yeah, well, that's the first thing. I'm not just a spy- in- training. I don't even need to go to Gallagher. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I'm technically enrolled. But, you know, I'm the age of a senior, my mom's the headmistress, and I need a cover. For an op not even said mother- slash- headmistress knows about. I may be the uber- genius, but you do the math. It equals the student body of the Gallagher Academy plus one more student. (Me, duh!)
The only other thing you really need to know now? (Because a spy's life is frequently on a need- to- know basis). My codename. While I am a natural born pavement artist, a fact that comes in handy often, and I am a chameleon, over that, I'm a raven. Raven. The Tower of London. You know what I mean. The ravens- they're stuck there forever. Bound to the Tower for life. Their wings are clipped. They have no freedom. And that's the story of my life. My wings are clipped. I can't fly. (Trust me- I tried when jumping off a cliff at a spy school for boys to avoid an evil psychopath woman.) I'm bound to a destiny I don't know and I can't control. (It said something like that in OGSY but I'm too lazy to pick the book up from 10 feet away and figure out what it was so I guess AC owns that...) So yeah. I'm the Raven. It also refers to my naturally raven- black hair, which you also didn't know about, since this cover calls for a dirty blonde wig and brown contacts over my thick, glossy jet- black hair and natural violet- colored eyes.
So yeah. That's all the straight info you need now, but I guess a flashback would do you nicely. Not that I was there- I wasn't even among the living- but... I have my ways. Trust me, you'll thank me later.
* Macey POV Flashback *
You may not know this, but winter break of their senior year, every Gallagher Girl goes on a real- life official CIA/ MI6 mission. No matter how low- key, field experience is vital, and the teachers build on it the rest of the year. It helps you to imagine larger scale missions if you understand the feelings in your gut and the heightened instincts only a mission can give. Poor Cam, though- the trustees said that sending her into the real world was too dangerous with the COC after her. They would leap at the chance for easy access to her. Not only was she missing out, she was the best spy at Gallagher, and now everyone else has an edge up against her competition. You know? I mean, don't get me wrong, I like my best friend safe, and alive, I just think she might have enjoyed- and possibly needed- the opportunity.
My mission had run slightly late, and, with all of my sisters needing to be debriefed by the same person around the same time, it was, needless to say, crowded. We all came back in a limo together, and we got there right as we were about to be late. Men from the maintenance staff took our bags to our rooms for us and we sprinted for the Grand Hall so we wouldn't miss any more of the Welcome Back Dinner than need be. As we skidded into the room, Headmistress Morgan was just sitting down from the pledge. We recited it and sat down, beginning to eat. It wasn't too long before I realized who wasn't there. "Guys? Where's Cam?" The first thing I thought was that she had been kidnapped. Then the doors at the back of the room opened. As I turned, I prayed, like I knew dozens of my sisters were praying, that it was Cam, and she had gotten stuck in a new passageway or something.
It wasn't. We stared at the three men and one woman, and baby that had entered the room. I heard a sole fork clatter to the floor. "Matt?" Mrs. Morgan asked, walking cautiously towards the group. She broke out into a run an engulfed one of the men, who happened to be holding a young baby- like, a week at the oldest- in a giant hug. The man had a small stubbly beard, a short black buss cut, and dark blue, almost purple- ish eyes. His shoulders were broad, and I could tell he had huge muscles- not steroid muscles, but big, strong, HOT muscles, and at least an eight pack. He twirled our headmistress and pecked her lips.
"Who's this little cutie?" she asked, taking the baby gingerly, cupping its face. He shrugged. A man on the stage at the front of the room cleared hid throat.
Taking the microphone, he began. "For those of you that don't know, I am Rich Morgan, Deputy Director of the CIA. Most of your future boss and your headmistress's brother- in- law. I have been informed that the Circle of Cavan has officially been taken down. Their base was blown sky- high their leader, second in command, and almost all of the agents were killed." All of us started clapping and cheering. This was great news. They couldn't come after Cammie anymore. But where was she? Director Morgan shushed us. "You don't know whose death you're cheering for. Ladies, their leader was your very own Cameron Ann Morgan."
Cliffy! I was feeling kinda evil since I'm on a sugar high... you should have seen me earlier though! I was crying I was so hyper! And please review. This might seem unachievable, but I have the next chapter written, and I will post it when I get 10 reviews, 5 author/ story alerts, and 5 author/ story favorites. If in one week exactly I have 5 reviews, I will update, but if I don't, I'll think 'all hate the story and abandon it. Which would make me sad because I want to continue it. It's gonna be FUN! told ya I was hyper! At 11 pm... I'm gonna have one hell of a morning. Say lemon if ya liked it and lime if ya didn't. If you review I'll LOVE YOU FOREVER! (no homo ;) ) I say I'll love you forever all the time. I'm rambling now... SO KAY BYE!
