Okay, so this is one of my first fanfictions, so don't make me get Bex, Macey, and Cammie to come over here and kill you. You can run, but you can't hide. Mwahahaha!
Disclaimer: Ally owns all. ( I'll come up with a more interesting one next time)
Cammie's POV
"Cammie! Cam!" My best friend, Bex was streaking through the halls crazily.
"Cam!"
"What?" I teased. "Did Mr. Moskowitz decide to use you for an experiment to test his latest liquid nitrogen-proof suit prototype?"
Because at my school, that's normal.
Because we go to a school for spies.
I'm assuming here that you have at least a Level Four clearance, which is the whole reason I'm here, pouring my heart out about what happened last semester.
"Listen! Cam!" My other best friend, Macey appeared at my side, with Liz, our little genius, hot on her heels.
"Have you heard?"
"Heard…"
"About Blackthorne!"
I stiffened. Blackthorne was a touchy subject with me.
Not that anyone knew or anything.
Blackthorne was the other school of our kind. For boys.
"Cammie!" Liz cried, clearly impatient. "Blackthorne's doing an exchange with Gallagher!"
"Yeah, okay. Now let's-"
I stopped as the words sank in.
Blackthorne.
Gallagher.
No, no, no.
My brain apparently decided to go on a mining trip, digging up a few intentionally buried memories and take me with it.
The last thing I remembered as I struggled to claw back to consciousness was Liz, reaching for me.
Flashback *
Little three-year-old Cammie sobbed, watching her father go away forever.
It wasn't fair.
After grown-up after grown-up tried to console her, Cammie snapped.
She ran inside a secret passage that she had just discovered.
(A/N It's a spy funeral home, so…). Five minutes later, she was curled up in a little ball, all alone, weeping her heart out.
She heard footsteps heading towards her.
Probably just another adult.
But it was nothing of the sort.
Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Cammie finally looked up.
What she saw shocked her.
"Hey."
A dark-haired, dark-eyed boy about her age was kneeling by her.
"What's with the sob-fest?"
Cam felt her spy instincts rise to the challenge.
Even though she was three, she still had the skills.
"That's for me to know, and you to obsess about." She replied.
The boy nodded slowly.
"Not bad."
He extended his hand.
"I'm Zach."
"Cammie. My dad died today."
"That;s the reason you were crying your eyes out. How old are you, anyway?"
"Three."
His face lit up. "I'm four. I'm older!"
"Only by a year!" Cammie protested.
They laughed together, letting go of their worries and legends, if only for a second.
Page Break
Zach came by her house a few days later, because his foster dad, Mr. Soloman, had some
work to do with Cammie's mom.
. (A/N It's about her dad.) Pretty soon, they saw each other on a regular basis, and became friends
.
Until spy school
.
They used to joke about when they would turn twelve.
Zach would call her Gallagher Girl for what she'd become, to retaliate, she'd call him Blackthorne Boy.
Until the day it happened.
Nine years and a few months later (they're twelve and well into the school year)
She hadn't seen Zach for several months, until that day. Cammie could remember everything about it.
After all, who doesn't remember the day their life changed forever?
Flashback *
Cammie Morgan, aged twelve, hastened downstairs. She hadn't seen him in months and had so much to tell him.
But what she saw waiting for her downstairs made her stop short.
"Hey."
He had said that greeting so many years ago, but today, it sounded different.
Crueler.
Colder.
His eyes had lost their warm and inviting glow, and his position was stiff and rigid.
Cammie tried to ignore all this, and smiled.
This was her best friend, the only friend that understood her.
(A/N this was before she met Bex and Liz. Obviously before Macey.)
"Hi, Zach! She bubbled
Cammie sat on the floor.
"So, long time no-"
"Cam."He cut her off.
Cammie was astounded.
He never called her Cam.
Never.
"I don't think we should be friends anymore."
Then he walked off, leaving a broken girl.
"Cammie!"
Cammie found herself pressed tightly against a wall.
The entire class was in the hallway, staring at her.
Shoot.
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