Chapter One
The Lost Story
This is the story nobody knows, or will ever know. I consider it the lost story, the story of the summer. I am nobody, I blend into the walls. Nobody sees me, but I know all. I can sense your feelings; I can read your thoughts. I am an observer. If you were to see me you wouldn't find anything interesting so I'm not going to tell you what I look like, or even my name. If you see me you would never know. If you get too close you I have ways to make you forget.
This summer I focused on one person. I sensed something about her that told me she was doing something important, something she shouldn't be doing that would get her waist deep in trouble if anything went wrong. I can see it in her eyes, the way they always look down or scopes the room for familiar faces or prominent threats. All though I can transfer feelings she was extremely difficult to read this was strange, usually I have no problem with anyone, but she took time and that's what concerned me she must be hiding something, and it must be big. Her mind is trained to block people like me from breaking into it and stealing its secretes. The first time I saw her I could sense something about her that's not like anyone else, but I couldn't find out what. She was weak in a mental despair, which allowed me to access what little information I got which was merely a feeling, not knowing were to go she still had physical fight in her. I decided I would help spare her from death, without getting to close in anyway possible. This is her story told through my eyes.
She looked like a normal teenage girl, but I could sense that she wasn't normal, not at all, something about her was special. I could tell she didn't like it, she has no desire to be special. She was normal height, with dirty blond shoulder length hair and blue eyes. She was walking through the airport jumping flights, I watched her from afar, following her from plane to plane wanting answers. It isn't a problem for me to jump planes as I am invisible to the world, and that's because nobody's looking. This girl was being oddly separate from everyone, not in the fact that she was not in crowds, and would separate herself from everyone. Separate by the fact that she would never meet anyone's eye, never talk unless talked to, and would always walk in the middle of a crowd. Everyone has to sleep though, so I followed her to her hotel.
A shabby looking inn, with no working lights and old coffee in the coffee machine. Apparently she didn't have much money to spend on a hotel. She went in, locked the door, and looked around under the shabby desk, in drawers, in the bible, on the bed, and even in the bath room. She took her backpack off, and took out two old diaries. Her emotions swelled, she looked as though she was about to cry, when she realized that she started to get angry that she was allowing her self to get so emotional. She took the diaries and a pencil; she started to scribble in the books once she got over being upset at herself. Sensing that she was thinking hard at this I could tell she was putting two and two together. I was able to get into a place where I could read the pages of the two books. One of them she lingered on the words in the front pages before turning to the middle. The page said:
"My dear wife and lovely little Cammie, I love you very much." And with her connection to these words she was either the wife or Cammie and sense she was only about 16, with no wedding ring, I'm guessing she's Cammie. And my judgments are usually right.
By the end of the night I learned by rummaging through her stuff and looking in the right places that her name was Carmon Morgan she was sixteen, almost seventeen, she went to the GallagherAcademySchool for Exceptional Young Women, which is actually a school to train future agents. According to the context of her bag (2 wigs one red one brown, rope, a skeleton key, 5 shirts, 2 pants, 1 skirt, one formal dress, make up, gloves, and a laptop) she was running. She is on a mission that would have her risking her life to save others.
When morning came I was determined to learn more about this girl, what she was hiding from and why it wanted her. My curiosity was getting the best of me. So I took matters into my own hands, and since I already searched all her possessions for information I was out of options I needed her to tell me her self.
I waited outside her room, prepared for her to come. Seeing if I could trick her into telling me her secrete.
"OUCH!" yelled a voice "What are you doing here!"
"I'm sorry dear, I guess old Grammy here fell down and conked her head, do you mind helping me up?" I said.