My journey through Gallagher Academy

There is only three ways you get into the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Woman: One, is when you are from a spy family, and your parents place you in their foot steps. Another, is when you ace a test, or when you beat the crap out of someone the FBI is after. And the only other way, is for girls like me, the ones that got a little lucky. The girl with the one thing millions, even most of the Gallagher Girls, wish for.

Heritage.

I sat in my school's computer room, typing like crazy, with my laytex gloves on. Through the windows, I could see the lights and smell the hotdogs of the game. This is something my school does every year. On the last day of school, the graduating eighth graders go in a wiffle ball game against the eighth grade staff, complete with the principle. It's actually quite hilarious.

But, the last day of my 6th grade year, I had to miss it. I had to fill in the wholes. I had my papers at my right hand. In many spots, there are nameless people, people with names but no backgrounds, and people who just ' disappeared' off the face of the Earth.

But I know a cover-up with I see one.

I was currently on my American relatives, so I was hacking into CIA records at the time, planning to hack MI6 afterwards, and I would pen down every little bit of info I came across.

By the way, this is totally legal. I looked it up, found a loop-whole, you get the picture.

As I hacked, I would see the CIA's motto and symbol on the sides of the screen.

" And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free."

I laughed. Out of all the people to claim that, why would it be the CIA?

Suddenly, my fun was ruined when I heard footsteps against the tiles of the hall outside. I sprung into action, shoving all my objects into my back-pack. But when I went to erase all the evidence on the computer, I realized the man in the hall was closer than I thought. I saw his shadow on the white wall, creeping closer and closer…

I froze. There wasn't time to turn off the computer. There was desks in every direction, no where to run without getting caught.

And the man opened the door…

He walked through the room and stopped at the computer I was working on, just at a black, blank screen of a lifeless computer.

He turned, he walked, and he opened the door to the Tech Ed room, and disappeared.

And I was still lying there, under the desk, with my bag and my hand around the button underneath that shuts off computers, and deletes everything, in a second.

But I had everything I needed by then.

Because I found the truth.

And the truth has set me free.

The next week I was in a completely grey room. Complete with grey walls, floor, table, chair, and a giant one-way mirror doubling the grey feeling.

Earlier that day, I was picked up by some men in suits and brought here. Not exactly how I planned my summer. Right now, my family was at the amusement park, thinking I was sick at home. I was sup post to be cleaning my room, and even though I was in a questioning-room, my worst worry was that my mom would kill me for not doing it.

After for what seemed like an hour, I decided to have a little fun with this, and do what I do best: Drive the people behind the glass mentally insane.

" You can't keep a girl like me cooped up in here like this!" I said to my reflection then went into action. I ran around the room, danced and sang on the table, made funny faces in the mirror and then I would put my face to the glass then would say random things like, " Yeah, I see you pickin' your nose in there!" or " Man, you need to shave!"

Finally, when I was singing the star spangled banner while doing the Macarena on the table, a man stepped in. I jumped from the table.

" Finally!" I said and walked to him and shook his hand. " Sorry for that, now lets get to business." I got my signature serious face on, patent pending. The mans face suddenly turned from annoyed to impressed.

I sat in my chair facing the mirror. He sat down as well. In front of me, he laid out a folder, and inside was my papers. He spread out all 10 of the packets, each covering 5 generations of my ancestors on my fathers side.

Then he pulled out the notebook of my own notes, of my mother's side. She once said her family was irretraceable, forgotten over the crime and sin they have committed. She was right about the crime part, at least.

The man gazed at me through his green eyes. He smirked. and by that smirk, I instantly decided I didn't like this guy.

" We have some questions for you, Miss Martin," He spoke.

I looked up at him, annoyed. " It's French, pronounced ' Marr-ten,'" He raised an eye brown, one of the talents I wish I could do. " And I have some questions too," He raised his other eyebrow.

" I'm afraid we go first, Miss," He stood, with a clip board and passed across the room, back and forth.

" Then I'm afraid I wont answer, Sir," He stopped and tuned to me. " A question for a question, Sir," He rolled his eyes, and began to pace again.

" Are you Lillian Sam Martin?"

" Again with the pronunciation!" I exclaimed. "Yes, but you spelt my name wrong. These two L's in the middle of Lillian, and there's a Silent E that the end of my middle name, which is the result of a looooong story." He looked at me funny, then put the clip board to his chest.

" How did you read my clip-board?" He asked. I pointed to the mirror. He looked over his shoulder. Talk about Duh!

" Now it's my turn," I spoke. " Did I do anything wrong to deserve to be in here?"

The man looked up from his clip board. " Well… no," He sat down. " Now tell me, on the night of June 17th, 2008, did you break in to the files of the CIA?"

I looked up from cleaning my nails out. " Yeah, is there a problem with that, Sir?" He looked like he was about to rip out his hair, if he had any, all he had was a shiney bold head. " My turn."

" No, u already asked if I had a problem."

" But I…. Uggg!" The man laughed.

" Alright, now, who did you find out you where related to that's in or was in the American politics?"

" Adams. Monroe. Taft. Kennedy. McHenry," I listed off the top of my head. " Now, why is this important?" He pulled out the packet that had the McHenrey family on it.

" Have you fallowed the family line up to this name?" He pointed at the box at the top of the page, that I had filled with the information I found on the CIA.

" What about Gillian?"

The man looked down at me and said, " How would you like to go to Boarding School?"

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