My mom doesn't know that I counted her steps down the hallway and, by judging the pace; I know that she is standing at my door. But there are a lot of things my mom doesn't know. Like how my best friend is traveling around the world, trying to stop the terrorist organization that is after her. Like how my other two best friends are searching the globe, looking for the aforementioned other best friend.
Even though she's The Chameleon.
Even though her name is Cammie Morgan.
Yeah. That's right. Since you are reading this you have a level four clearance or higher you know that this girl is one of the Morgans. You know that her dad went on a mission and never came back. You know that her mom is headmistress at Gallagher Academy. But my mother is oblivious to all of that. Especially the things involving my school.
A school for spies.
-page break-
Okay, so I should probably tell you some stuff about myself. My name is Elizabeth Sutton. Liz, to my friends. Or Lizzie. Or sometimes Liiiiiizzz, when I do something like take a stereo and a perfect replica of a strand of DNA with my suitcase, attempting to throw it on my bed. So reading this, you can probably assume that I am not a field agent. So you are probably thinking "Wow Liz, counting steps, that's really covert for someone who was in 'Scientific American' at age 7." But there's something no one seems to understand. Just because I'm a little, shall we say, accident prone doesn't mean I couldn't tail a man, assuming he's an amateur. Everyone seems to forget that I took a semester of CovOps, taught by the best there is, Joseph Solomon. That even though I am not as good as most at Gallagher, I go to a school for the best. I'm not saying I think I should be in CovOps field, or that I should be considered as good as my friends, just that I am better than a civilian. I'm glad that's off my chest.
I got a call. I automatically answered. The voice on the other end made me stop dead in my tracks...
Ooo. Cliffy. I really wasn't planning on one but I just couldn't pass up the opportunity. ~evil grin~
Disclaimer- I don't own anything Gallagher Girls. Although how cool would it be to own Liz? Not in like the wrong, weird way, I'm strait, don't worry. More like in the oh-my-goodness-she-could-totally-take-away-that-teacher-who-gives-out-too-much-homework's-teaching-certificate way.
Oh, and review! If I stinks just tell me so I don't waste any more time. If you like it, tell me. If it's not your favorite but it's not a lost cause, tell me how to make it better and I will strive to use your advice to the fullest extent. I just realized this is really short but maybe you will forgive me since this is my first fanfic? I will try to make the next one longer. But I think it might be ok since this is kind of more like a prologue, not like you guys need it or anything I just wanted it to sound as much like Ally as I could, even though I kinda sorta epically failed. Well I'm just rambling now so I'm just gunna stop. You guys are the best!