Chapter 1
Cammie POV
I was desperately bored. I was stuck at my grandparent's house doing absolutely nothing while my best friends and all of my classmates were at Gallagher Academy learning just about everything about being spies and going on cool secret missions. Even my mom, headmistress of Gallagher Academy, was there and of course Joe Solomon, who everyone said was the hottest teacher at Gallagher Academy. Of course, I wouldn't know that because I couldn't see whether he'd changed over summer break or not. Because I was here. At my grandparent's house.
Don't get me wrong, I love my grandparents. But unfortunately, they're not spies and so of course they don't know the secret. You know, the huge one that is just about my whole life! Yeah, that one.
Despite what my grandma thinks, chocolate chip oatmeal cookies don't solve many problems. As a matter of fact, I can smell them right now. She'll be in the kitchen right now, baking a fresh batch because she suspects I'm sad. That assumption would be absolutely, utterly, CORRECT!
She will be coming to find me in a few minutes and then I'll be trapped in the kitchen, eating chocolate chip oatmeal cookies until I feel like bursting. To tell you the truth, I'm getting pretty sick of cookies. Especially the chocolate chip oatmeal cookie kind. You think you can't ever be sick of eating cookies? Over the last five days I have had, literally, seven batches of chocolate chip oatmeal cookies and one batch of sugar cookies with smiley faces on them. I broke those smiley faces in half and made my own sad faces. I am beginning to HATE cookies.
My grandma is now coming upstairs to find me. I can hear her slippered feet thumping softly on the stairs. She really shouldn't be coming upstairs. But I can't go downstairs right now and pretend to be all happy and eat cookies. So, I climb into my new favorite hiding space. Like any spy who happens to be stuck in some old barn during the school spy year, I have spent almost half my time here exploring. The other half has been spent stuffing myself with cookies. Mostly the chocolate chip oatmeal cookie kind. Anyways… I found several great hiding spots. Right now, I was hiding in one of my favorite ones. Unless you were a super flexible super spy (or a Gallagher Girl) you wouldn't be able to get up here. Since I was vain enough to classify myself as both a super flexible super spy and a Gallagher Girl it was pretty easy getting up to my hideout. Basically it was in the loft. But the ladder that had been propped up there was hideous and looked as if it were going to fall to pieces if you even tried to step on it, so I didn't trust it. Instead, I had found several handholds in the old, warped wood which I used to climb halfway up and then inched over to my left just enough so I could reach the coil of rope I had swung up there on my second day here. The coil wasn't very long though, so that was why I had to use the handholds to get far enough off the ground to reach the rope. Once I had the rope I tested it with a quick tug and then pulled myself up. Once on the loft I had found a large window with only a screen across it to keep the bugs out. If you moved the screen (you put it back on later… I made that mistake only once, the bugs were horrible!) you could climb out the window and onto the roof. The roof was great because you could see what was happening in the barn and everywhere else but nobody could see you. Looking through the window you were invisible unless somebody climbed up to the loft and you could also look on the other side above the roof and see anybody outside in the front yard and of course, they couldn't see you! It was by far my favorite hiding spot.
It was then that I glanced around and saw the black cars with tinted windows pull into the driveway.