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Title: New to This
Category: Books » Gallagher Girls
Author: jenn-is-me
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Humor/Drama
Summary:
Cammie never expected to be a spy. She never expected her mom to be a spy. She also never expected to meet a boys' school full of assassins- and a certain boy who was her childhood best friend before he was sent to a reform school.
Or so everyone thinks.
Prologue
I quickly punched my opponent, a girl in my grade with wavy dark brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and cappuccino skin. She was pretty- the kind that every girl wanted to be. She was tough, tall… Amazonian, really.
She liked to fight... A LOT. That much I could tell. Her movements were fluid and practiced. She thought swiftly before every action- her eyes flickering here and there as she looked for the best place for her next blow.
I saw small beads of sweat break out on her forehead as I rushed forward with vigor and quickly sent her down to the ground on the mat that we were fighting on. She tried to take out my feet while I was still standing, but I promptly jumped over them and slipped up on the roof rafters of the steaming hot barn. Her eyes danced about the place, looking for me. Her brows furrowed slightly, but she showed no other emotion.
I had to give it to her, she was pretty good.
I felt a tiny drop of sweat start to bead on my nose as I held on. I could feel it slipping towards the ground. Before it could fall, I dropped instead.
She lashed out at me, but I was too quick. I pressed down on a certain pressure point lightly. She immediately fell unconscious and I turned to see the audience that had joined about halfway through our fight.
I had known they were there- although they did try to be subtle, it didn't necessarily work. When I fight, I need to know my surroundings. People will have others do their dirty work for them- have them jump the person while fighting.
Cowardly tactic, but used plenty.
The new audience consisted of about one hundred boys ranging from a few freshmen to several seniors. They varied in shape, size, and color, just like the girls of our school. Dressed in Gallagher uniforms, (with pants, not skirts- thank God!) they watched from the back.
In the front was a slightly chubby man with a strange Hitler mustache that was twitching oddly as he started to slowly clap in appreciation.
Mr. Steven Saunders, headmaster of Blackthorne Academy was applauding me. Awesome (I hope you could catch that sarcasm, because it is most definitely there). I knew this man. He was a friend of my mother who laughed too loud and said "excellent" way too much for my liking. And, to be quite honest, I don't trust him one bit.
They were all staring in some way or another. Some tried to make it seem like they weren't, others blatantly ogled me, and others just kind of… stared. I was suddenly aware of my fighting attire which consisted of extremely short shorts and a tank top that seemed to have ridden up during the match.
I calmly tucked my shirt back down from where it had risen up and stared back at them with a calm façade.
I had been practicing this look since I found out my best friend was leaving right when we were about to go to grade school. He didn't even say good bye. All I got was the little cheap ring he had given me at the local diner from the little trinket machine.
I still had that ring- not that I'd tell anyone that. When my mom asked, I told her I hated him for doing what he did. She believed me, but I didn't.
As I gazed over the sea of boys, I stopped abruptly. There, right in the middle, smirking at me, was Zachary Goode, my ex-best friend.
Lovely.
So, I ran and hid. It's what I did when my dad didn't come home from his last mission. It's what I do when I have panic attacks. I hide.
I successfully avoided him- and everyone else for that matter- for a total amount of 3 hours, 20 minutes, and 45 seconds.
But that was only because Headmistress Morgan (otherwise known as my mother) called me into her office.
**Flashback**
I stepped cautiously into my mom's office.
"Cams, come on in, kiddo," she said. I stepped completely in and was met with the sight of my mother, dressed in her business suit, sitting behind her desk with Coach Turrop, the fighting instructor.
"What's up?" I asked, slipping onto her comfy couch farthest from the desk and closest to the door- just in case I needed a quick escape. But then out from the shadows came none other than Joe Solomon.
He said nothing as he blocked my escape route. I cursed him silently in my head. Judging by the smug look on his face, he could tell.
"Cameron, was that your first time fighting?" asked Coach Turrop. I nodded slowly. Technically speaking, that was true.
So what? I took out one girl- it wasn't like she was the best in the school.
My mother's lips twitched and I thought I saw Solomon try to hide a smirk by shifting his weight slightly and turning his head away from me.
Oh, so now I'm saying my thoughts out loud- lucky me!
"What?" I asked, slightly confused.
"Cammie, Rebecca Baxter is the best fighter in the school."
I felt my eyes widen comically.
In the inside, I was laughing maniacally. If only I was allowed to tell her…
It was as if just this morning, my mother was finally telling me about the spy world and I was pretending to be shocked by spraying my Wheaties all over her (…all part of the acting job… wink, wink…). Her face was hilarious with milk and chewed up cereal all over her. Ah, good times…
Oh wait, that was this morning.
"So what you're saying is that you told me about being a spy this morning, took me here to 'learn more about being a spy', and suddenly decided to put me up against the best fighter in the whole-stinking-school?" I asked. They knew my tone was angry because I was speaking quietly.
Quiet and deadly; just how I like it.
"Well… you won, so I guess you got to be at least a little bit skilled," said Joe. I turned my glare to him.
"Shut up, Joey, just because you are socially awkward doesn't mean you have to take it out on me."
Talk about laughing my guts out at his face.
Chapter One:
My first day at Gallagher Academy started early. Really early- as in, if-you're-up-right-now-you-have-problems early.
Although I had apparently beaten the best fighter in the school my first time fighting, the P&E instructor, Coach Turrop, and Mr. Solomon thought it would benefit me to run at midnight and four in the morning to get me caught up to the other girls physically.
Which is silly, really, because I could see most of them and I can tell you this: they do not have the abs I do! I am proud of those babies… (my abs, not the girls)
When I questioned my mother about this, (and its legality) she merely shrugged and said it could only help me and get me stronger.
So, taking a twenty mile run twice in the matter of four hours, I was exhausted by the time the other girls were getting up at seven. Many of them were complaining about lack of sleep and I honestly thought about torturing them with my pillow- which I could easily do, by the way!
However, me being the bundle of daisies I am, I let it go and instead took a forty-five minute shower to calm me down. By the time I got dressed and went to eat, it was nine and the other girls were all in class. Good. I wasn't sure if I was capable of dealing with them at that given time.
When I finally did get to the Great Hall for breakfast, the halls were deserted. Opening the doors, I paused momentarily. Sitting there was the school of boys from yesterday. My eyes glanced over them, then I shrugged and calmly headed towards the waffle buffet.
Seriously, that is a cart of heaven right there! I grabbed a few fruit filled Belgium waffles that smelled amazing, spread a bunch of butter on the top of them, then doused them with about half of one of the canisters of warm, thick syrup.
So what? A girl's got to eat. I grabbed a spoonful of strawberries, blueberries, and an unpeeled banana as well and turned back to find a seat.
When I turned around, I noted that the place was still silent. Even my mother, who wore an amused smile on her beautiful face, was making no noise whatsoever with few of the Blackthorne staff by her side. I rolled my eyes and sat down by an adorably geeky boy at my year's table.
He made a funny noise that sounded close to a squeal and quickly pulled his book away from my vicinity as if I had cooties and would transfer them to him or his precious book if I got too close.
I sent him a half amused, half insulted look and dug into my waffles. Really, has this boy ever been within twenty feet of a girl before today? You know, other than his mom or possibly his sister?
Honestly.
My waffles were gone in less than three minutes (all five of them). Best time yet! I should really enter a waffle-eating competition.
When I looked up, prepared to get more, they were still staring. Some of them had their mouths open, food half chewed. I gave them disgusted looks and stood up anyway. Really, have they heard about this new thing called manners?! I have heard they're pretty nice.
"You know, it's incredibly rude to stare at people," I said smoothly, sashaying back to the waffle buffet.
This time, I grabbed three chocolate chip waffles, plopped two giant globs of whipped cream on top, then grabbed the hidden jar of chocolate syrup from an uneven brick in the wall. It uncovered a kitchen behind it and I winked at the chef who was on the other side. He laughed and traded me with a warmed up bottle, shaking his head merrily. I smiled blindingly at him, covered the small hole back up, then proceeded to cover the concoction completely with the warm syrup. I hid it in my own little place to see if someone would find it and turned back to my seat.
The eyes of the others in the room seemed to be even wider than before as they look in my plate. Or, what was on it.
"What? This is my dessert, people. Gosh, get a new imagination cause wherever you guys got yours, you got jipped," I told them, shrugging. "A girl's got to eat."
Suddenly, one of the boys from my year's table burst out laughing.
I looked over, ignoring the male species beside him. The laughing one was large- not fat, but seemed to be laced with enormous muscles everywhere. To anyone who didn't look close enough, he would look terrifying, but I could tell he was just a huge teddy bear who talked. And a cute one at that.
"I think I like this one," he said, wiping a laugh- tear from his eye.
I sent him a dazzling smile, then continued to my seat, where I started to shovel food into my mouth.
Finally, the room seemed to relax and people began to stalk again, thank goodness. The awkwardly geeky boy beside me cleared his throat gently, then blushed when I looked at him. I had to coax it out of him, but I finally got him to tell me his name- Jonas- and what he liked to do- read, study, hack things, etc.
The laughing guy from earlier joined our conversation as well and introduced himself as Grant. He liked working out and flirting. He didn't say the second one, but I kind of got the hint.
Zach stayed silent, watching me with those penetrating green eyes. Eventually, I detangled myself from the conversation enough to slip out of the room unnoticed and started towards my mother's office.
HELLO! This is the edited version of the first chapter of New to This! Since this story was just started and I only did spelling, grammar, and sentence structure changes, this is simply going to take the place of the original first chapter!
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