A/N: I love Gallagher girls so, I figured if I write a story than you guys would like it. Here you go, hot of the press.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher girls books. I do own the plot though.
Dear Diary, Sunday Sep. 1, 2012
Hi! My name is Winter. Winter Sunshine Morgan. I go to Gallagher Academy. It's an academy for spies. Female spies, that is.
The reason I'm writing in this diary is because my 'aunt' says that paperwork after a mission is a pain, so writing in a diary is just practice for years to come. Way to go, Winter! Oh, brother.
My friends have this joke where when I'm crabby they call me Winter, and when I'm light and bubbly they call me Sunshine.
I like my names but I prefer to be called Winter. Only my best friend Fay knows to call me Winter no matter the time.
My aunt is the head mistress if the academy. My cousin Cammie graduated from the school a year ago, saving the world (and her boyfriend) in the process.
I'm just having a super hard time living up to what she did. Technically, I'm Cammie's adopted sister, but that would be to embarrassing for Cammie, and me, if I messed up. So, I'm unofficially her cousin. Wupee, right? I'm too embarrassing to be called Cammie Morgan's sister.
This is my first year at Gallagher Academy and my first year as a Gallagher Girl. As everyone arrives, I know that I should be lucky that I've been here for three weeks, know my way around, memorized my textbooks and don't have to go on the tour Professor Buckingham takes the 'newbies' on every year. She's already given it to me four times, just for 'practice.'
Oh, dear. Here comes Professor Buckingham. Gotta run, before she tries to make me go on that tour. Again!
I just took a passage through the tunnels running all the way through the school and ended up in front of my dorm room door. Fay, my best friend, hasn't showed up yet. And neither has our other roommate, a girl named Bria, showed up so I can write about me, again.
I'm 5 foot one inches, a brunette and I have green eyes. My friends call me Cocoa Beans when I'm crazy funny, because of my cocoa skin.
And to tell the truth, I never wanted to be a spy. I wanted (emphsise on the past tense) to be a writer. Well, there's that dream down the drain. I wanted to be better than Cammie at being a spy. There's that dream down the drain, too. I want to go to a regular school.
My mom says that if I ace the test "Being a Spy: Years one and two," that I can go to regular school. I'm going to take the test after dinner tonight. Tell you about it later, Fay just walked through the door.