Past Ghosts, Present Haunting

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Hey guys, this is the sequel to 'One Simple message' sorry it took so long for me to post it!

Chapter 1 – Venice Gondolas

Cammie's POV

Dear Cameron,

You blew up my base; you got away and used up a bomb that was meant to be used for something….else.

You can try and hide Cammie, but I will find you. You can try and run, but you're not that fast. You can try every trick in the book you learnt at Gallagher, but I learnt them too.

I'll be seeing you soon Cameron,

Goode.

I read the crumpled paper again for the millionth time today. I looked out across the canals. The setting sun bathed all the Italian buildings in an orange hue. I looked around my apartment I had been hiding in for the past 2 weeks. It wasn't half bad for how much I was paying for it.

Let me catch you up, after I got the note I finished off that day of school, with only Zach noticing a change in my behaviour but I told him everything was fine and for once he bought it. Then when everyone else was at dinner I packed a bag and took off, flew out of the country that night and have been off the grid hiding in Venice for the past 2 weeks. And when I say I'm off the grid I mean it. I don't use a cell phone, computer, email, any gadgets Liz or anybody else has given me that could be tracked and got a new credit card under my fake name.

Cameron Morgan is gone and is now replaced by Susie James, a copper haired, blue eyed girl who came to Venice on a gap year from Australia. So far no one from the CoC or any of my friends had found me, probably because I was always in full on chameleon mode.

My stomach grumbled for about the fourth time. I sighed and walked towards the door but not before checking my emergency escape bag was packed in case I saw someone I knew and had to high tail it out of there. I walked down the stairs and hailed down a gondola taxi. I gave it the address I wanted to go to.

I paid the man and stepped of the little boat. I made my way to my favourite café. I walked inside and took my usual seat; up the back in the corner out of sight but visible at the same time. My kind of spot. The waiter came over and took my usual order. They brought it in record time. I started to eat. I had a 3rd left when the one person I didn't want to see.

Zach walked in with Bex by his side. He hadn't changed and neither had Bex. He said something to her, she nodded and left. Zach walked over and grabbed a table and sat down to order. I was so scared that he would recognise me and then be so angry at me he would never speak to me again. I couldn't bear that. I loved Zach, and that's why I ran away. So he wouldn't get hurt.

But then I remembered I wasn't me. I was Susie James. I had to keep my cover. So I kept calm and finished my meal. When I was done I stood up, and walked out in a casual. I walked right by Zach but he didn't even give me a second glance. Once outside I felt slightly crest fallen, I half wanted Zach to see me and grab me and press his lips to mine. But he didn't see me and that wasn't going to happen. I shook my head, focus Cam, you need to get out of Italy. Suddenly determined I had idea I knew it would be risky but if it worked it would help me avoid my friends a lot easier.

I saw Bex waiting at the corner. God please let this work. I pretended to trip and bump into her. "Sorry" I said in English with an Australian accent.

"No worries" Bex nodded, I stepped around her and continued until I saw a taxi gondola. I quickly got on without looking back. Once on I looked down at the passport I had just pick pocketed. I quickly flipped through to see where Bex and the others had already searched.

Japan, Switzerland, Greece, Peru, Bolivia and Uzbekistan, okay knowing the others if they didn't think I was here in Italy, they would probably think I would go somewhere I could hide in plain sight, like back in America or if Bex figured out that it was me that stole her passport, she would think I would go the opposite to my cover, which was an Australian. So she would think I was somewhere like Denmark.

I sprinted up the stairs to my flat, quickly grabbed my emergency bag, left my rent for the week on the table and flew out the door. I went exactly where they would think of last. Australia here I come!