This is my first FanFic, so I appreciate constructive criticism. I wanted to go where Cammie actually did run away, but this idea was in my head first. Tell me if you disagree!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gallagher Girls, though I do own everything else.

"We're going to miss you, Cam."

"I know," I smiled at my British friend who nearly broke my ribs hugging me goodbye. "I'm going to miss all of you too, Bex."

"Don't forget to look hot out there, even if it is in the middle of nowhere."

"I will, Mace," hugging the newest addition to our group. "Though, I don't even know who will be there."

Liz piped up at the thought of finding out. "Where exactly are you going?"

I shrugged. "My mom is sending me to some friends of hers from a while back."

Bex raised an eyebrow. "Answer the question, Cammie."

I slouched, there was no getting anything past Rebecca Baxter. "Somewhere down in Florida, near some town called Springhill."

Macey winced. "Is it a farm?"

I nodded.

"Watch your step then."

We all laughed at Macey's comment. It was the best feeling to be happy since, well, Zach's mom tried to kill me. Zach. I hadn't seen him since that night he asked me to runaway with him. I had wanted to, really wanted to, but this was something I had to do on my own. I was going to sneak out, but when my mom proposed the idea of living somewhere the Circle wouldn't suspect for the summer, I figured that might just be my lucky break. Hopefully nobody gets hurt this time.

"Why are you going there," Liz inquired.

I shrugged again, as if it was no big deal. "My mom is hoping to throw the Circle off by sending me far far away. And since we haven't contacted these people in years, she thinks that the Circle won't suspect them."

"Do they know?"

We all became silent at Bex's question. We all knew it had several meanings, Do they know the truth about Gallagher?, Do they know you're a spy-in-training?, Do they know that an ancient terrortist group is out to kill you and everyone and thing around you? I honestly had no idea, but that wouldn't satisfy Bex, so I did what I do best, lied.

"No."

My pulse was steady and my pupils normal as I stared at Bex. I waited for her to reply, but all I got was a curt nod. I inwardly sighed, Bex didn't need to know that I was unsure.

"CAMERON ANN MORGAN! Get in this limo RIGHT NOW!"

We all busted out laughing when my aunt Abby used my full name, but still had the playful tone in her voice. Giving my friends all a quick hug goodbye, and after all the promises to be careful, I ran off to join my aunt in the limo that would be transporting me to my new life, for the summer at least.

We landed in the Tampa International Airport at three in the afternoon. My aunt was beside me, guiding me through the busy airport. Instantly my spy instincts kicked in and I began to memorize everything I saw. I was taking no chances, I was wearing no disguise, no cover, only a legend. It was the most dangerous thing to do, but we had no choice. I had to be myself if I wanted to live with these people, who apparently knew who I was.

I looked at the legend that I had given. It was simple, but highly descriptive.

Name: Maggie O'Malley (not bad)

Age: 17 (not changed)

Birthday: May 14 (a total lie)

From: Gallagher Academy For Exceptional Young Women (what will most likely blow my cover)

Likes: Apples (really?), swimming, tennis, running, and karate (I was apparently a sporty person). Loves cats and to even dance and sing (two words: American Idol). Visiting France, Italy, and China, can speak the native languages (so not a lie). Finally, is the Gallagher Girl that the world doesn't know (a.k.a snobby and stuck up).

Dislikes: Boys (oh, Macey would hate that), politics, and peppers(?).

Reminder: Take care of your cover, its all you got.

Along with the legend came a driver's license, birth certificate, social security, and all the goods. Aunt Abby and I had finally got all of our baggage, so we headed to find Mr. and Mrs. Morris. They had two daughters and one son. The eldest daughter was my age, the second was fourteen, and the boy was ten. This was going to be one long summer.

We finally spotted them and said hello, of course I was in my cover and was acting very rude, and not to the eldest girl's pleasure.

"Maggie O'Malley," I said to her, answering her question of my name. She eyed me with the eye of a spy, taking in all of my features, from my brown tank top, to my brown short shorts, to my Hollister flip flops (bought specially for this occasion). A smile crept on her face and she whispered some words that were inaudible to even me, a spy-in-training.

"Well, I'm Sierra Morris," she said finally turning her attention back to me, her green eyes sparkling in amusement. The girl was tall, like Bex tall. She had blond hair that was golden and a perfectly etched smile. I could tell she was modest, as she wore a T-Shirt and jeans (not skinnies, but flares), as well as some tennis shoes. She could be a model, and someone that Macey would absolutely love to get her hands on.

Everyone started walking towards the car, so we followed. I watched the two younger kids talk with aunt Abby, who they found fascinating. The girl was called Carla, and the boy John. I noticed that Sierra was the spitting image of her mother, Carla was the mix of the parents, and John looked like his dad, except miniature. Though, Sierra was the only one with blond hair, the other two had light brown hair with adoring blue eyes.

We stopped in front of a black Suburban and all piled in, the parents in the back, Abby and two young kids in the middle, and Sierra and I in the back. Though I was fine with the arrangement, Sierra was looking cramped with her long legs. She was listening to her IPod touch, when she turned to me and tried to make conservation.

"Where you from?"

I looked at her, giving her my best I'm-better-than-you look. "Gallagher Academy."

She nodded her head, an evil grin spreading across her face. "You're in for a tough summer. Life on a farm isn't anything like that prissy life you know."

I pretended to ignore her and stare out the window, which she seemed to like a lot. She was a peculiar girl, unlike any I have met. She was a dreamer (she always had that look of this-isn't-real look in her eyes). Her eyes seemed to have knowledge she hadn't discovered yet, but maybe I'm crazy. Right now she was looking at the clouds, seeming to be somewhere else, so I concentrated on my surroundings. We were still in the city, but quickly making our way out. I began memorizing everycar, every license plate we passed, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. There was nothing really, just plain old traffic. I became bored and fell asleep.

I awoke to Sierra shaking me violently. I was up instantly, looking around wildly.

Sierra laughed. "Relax, sleepyhead, we're here." For some reason she gazed at me and her eyes grew sad. She shook her head and exited the car, her smile back on her face. She breathed in the air as I looked around.

A not-so-modern one story brick house was where we would be staying. I noticed that there were A LOT of trees. The wind was lazily blowing through them, bringing a little relief from the Florida summer heat. My internal clock chimed four, but it seemed much earlier than that from the position of the sun, which was about two o'clock. I noticed that the Morrises had lots of land and animals, ranging from horses to cats. I could see a new barn stationed behind the house, as well as an old one to my right. I took in everything, good hiding spots, places to loose someone, and places that were dangerous, though that's where I was at a loss. I had no idea what would be dangerous around here.

I turned to Sierra, who was still listening to her IPod. "What security do you have around here?" I asked in the most common voice I had.

She smiled and turned and pointed to four balls of fur coming at us. "Dogs."

They all barreled into Sierra, trying to get her attention, but she only petted one, a copper colored elderly dog that I guessed was hers. She answered my unasked question.

"This is my dog, Alex. He's been with me since he was a puppy. I love him to death."

I nodded and tried to escape the other three dogs, who were barking at me like I was a very dangerous person (they have no idea).

"Benny! Amanda! Henry! Leave her alone! Friend." I was taken aback when she said just one word and instantly the dogs all stopped barking and started sniffing me, but eventually left me alone.

"What did you to do them," I asked, my curiosity sparking.

"Told them you were not an enemy," she replied. I didn't want to think about what they would do if I was the enemy. I shuddered as I thought of the dogs attacking me and ripping my flesh. The thought was worse than the feeling in my stomach when I had first battled the Circle, which I could handle. Dogs were one thing we had yet to be taught about.

Sierra walked into the house with the dogs trotting after her. She smiled and opened the door into the kitchen. It wasn't small, but it wasn't huge. It could hold her family and me and Abby, so I guess it was large It had a large fridge, white granite counter that was in the shape of a U and an island in the center of it all. I could smell lasagna cooking and looked to see Mrs. Morris and Carla laboring over a crock pot from which the smell came. The living room was to my left and had a large couch and TV, as well as a desktop computer. The dogs were all sprawled on the floor, some laying in beds, some on a rug.

"Sierra," Mrs. Morrison said turning to her. "Could you show Abby and Maggie where they will be staying?"

Sierra looked up from the book she had been reading and nodded. Walking confidently, she signaled us to follow her. She lead us to a hallway at the back of the living room and pointed to each of our rooms. Abby's was the first one on the right, I was the first on the left. Sierra said there was a bathroom at the end of the hallway, and she left.

"Shall we?" My aunt Abby was smiling.

I nodded and opened my door. The first thing I noticed was how much light there was being let in from the two widows. Instantly going on alert, I closed the blinds of both of them, one faced the street, the other the neighbors house. I turned on the light and looked around. A twin bed was stationed in the corner, along with a dresser to my right and a desk to my left. There was also a nightstand next to the bed that had a light and a clock on it. I opened my suitcases that Mr. Morrison had put on my bed and started to unpack. I had let Macey and Bex pack for me, regretting it a little now. There was a note from Macey, Bex, and Liz on the top. It read:

We miss you so much already! We would stay in touch, but your aunt said no. Be safe down there and maybe get us some souvenirs. Have fun and we'll see you next year, if you live.

Your best friends and fellow "comrades" ,

Macey, Bex, and Liz

I laughed at their note, knowing they were joking. I set it aside and began organizing my clothes. I was soon finished and went to look around the house. My spy training kicking in, I slipped out of my room and took a peek into the others. I quickly came upon a room to my left and saw that it was John's (I didn't even have to open the door!). The door had multiple KEEP OUT signs on it and some camo things hanging. The room to my right was a little harder to tell who's it was, but I guessed it was Carla's. Her door was open and I could see a lot of pink and green things inside. I saw books and clothes everywhere. I giggled at the sight, it was a total teenager room.

I found the parents' room next, but quickly exited, feeling like they needed their privacy. Then I noticed one more door, it was plain, but intriguing none the less. I silently opened it and walked in. The room was really similar to mine, but the walls were green and yellow splatters. Pictures and awards covered the walls. I noticed that Sierra was in everyone. I saw her in a basketball team, as a younger girl, on vacation, and even with two other boys. Drawings were also everywhere, mainly of horses, but also of some weird things. She had pegasuses and dragons, as well as many other mythical creatures. Books littered her room and seemed to be her life. Observing her choices, I noticed she like mythical things, mystery, and one thing that shocked me, spies.

Books about spies, thankfully fiction, were everywhere, series and lone books. Some were even open. I read one page of a book and found it surprisingly accurate to what spies go through. I was scared now, did Sierra have a suspicion or was this just a plain coincidence? I would have to keep an eye on her. I heard Mrs. Morrison call us to dinner, and I left the strange room.

*Heavy sigh* That took me no longer than an hour, or maybe two, but anyway. Review please! I really would like to hear what people think of my writing. Chapter 2 is already underway and will be up soon!