Cameron Jackson's first year of Gallagher

Cammie Jackson: delinquent, demigod, and now spy. Watch her as she goes through her first year at Gallagher Girls academy, learning how to be a class A spy, how to make new friends all on her own, and how to survive without her brother Percy. This is a collection of One-shots following the Lightning Thief Rewrite. Enjoy

Uncovering the Mystery of Cameron Morgan—Part One

It had been two weeks since I had begun my term at Gallagher, and so far, no one had gotten a broken nose. Well, that's actually untrue. A sophomore did get one in P&E (Protection and Enforcement), but it was on accident, and was not delivered by me. So yes, my first two weeks at Gallagher were going swell.

My roommates, Elizabeth (Liz) Sutton and Rebecca (Bex) Baxter, and I got along so well, it was unreal. Liz was the brains, Bex was the muscle, and I the hidden soul. Together we made one fine human being. An intellectual, tough, mysterious and slightly sociopathic, human. I know this for a fact, seeing how we studied sociopaths just that Thursday.

Characteristics of a sociopath are as followed:

1. Sociopaths are very charming (Bex)

2. Sociopaths can be extremely manipulative and will try to con you whenever possible (me)

3. Sociopaths will lie continuously to get what they want. They can even sometimes manipulate a lie detector (Though we will have to work on the manipulating a lie detector part, Liz has already started building one for practice. I believe the lesson on lying is taught sometime during Sophomore year in Covert Operations)

4. Sociopaths have no room for love in their life (Well, we're only eight graders, what do you expect)

5. Sociopaths need to have excitement in their lives or live on the edge (I believe this summer and my choice in schooling has proven that)

6. Sociopaths have lack of empathy hen their victims suffer pain that they have caused (I have no empathy for the monsters I've taken out, and I'm sure none of will care about those we'll be taking out in the future if it come to that.)

7. Sociopaths usually have a long history of juvenile delinquency as well as behavior problems (…Lone doesn't cover it for me…)

8. Sociopaths rarely stay in one place for a long time (Bex has told me all about the places she's lived.)

9. Sociopaths will change themselves if they know it will keep them from being found out (Isn't that what being a spy is all about?)

Yes, slightly sociopathic.

I was sitting in our shared dorm room, writing a letter to Percy and mom. Though I was known as an orphan at this school, Vanessa (the demigod that had gotten me a place at this school) has assured me that she would deliver all my letters to the family I'd left behind for the time being. I could talk to Percy in my head and in my dreams, so the letters were more for my mother's benefit then Percy's. They were written in Greek, seeing how it was the only language that didn't apply to my Dyslexia.

Just that moment, Bex came bursting through the room, a troublesome grin sketched on her face. I quickly pushed the unfinished letter under my Culture and Assimilation text books. I grinned back up at her. "And what may I do for you on this fine evening, Baxter?"

Her grin shifted more into a smile as she sat on her bed beside mine. "Oh, the usual, boring stuff. Listen to me babble on and on."

Slamming my text book closed, I leaned forward in interest. "Well you know how much I enjoy your babbling."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Definitely not me."

"Of course not."

We laughed.

"So," I drawled, leaning back. "What's on the board of discussion today?"

"Well, I was just talking to the Head Mistress not even five minutes ago, and she informed me that I am the first non-American to attend this school. Kind of cool."

"Yeah, that is pretty cool," I said. "You might even be written into Gallagher History."

She laughed. "Well we all will be. We'll all do something great one day. We'll all be famous in this secret little community of ours."

Little did she know, I already was famous in my own little secret community.

"Hey, can you hand me that Countries of the World text book," Bex asked.

I nodded, picking it up.

Bex took it, and looked at the cover of the text book. "Uh, Cammie, this is the Computing text book. This is Liz's."

"Oh…" darn dyslexia. "Sorry about that, here you go." And hand her another one.

"Cammie this is Korean Language text book, that's not even close."

"Uh…" I started sweating, trying to find the right text book based on the cover.

Liz walked in then, looking us over. "Hey guys…what's going on?"

"Cammie's just trying to find the Countries of the World text book," Bex said, still looking at me weirdly. I chuckled awkwardly.

Liz walked over, grabbing the textbook, and handing it to Bex. "It was right in front of you, Cammie," she said, worried.

I gave a sharp laugh. "Darn contacts. I must be due for a new pair."

They stared at me. "Cammie," Liz said. "You don't wear contacts."

"Don't I? I never noticed."

Bex scooted closer. "Cammie, what's going on?"

"Nothing," I chuckled. "I'm just screwing with you guys."

Bex crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't you start lying to us this early on, Cameron."

Ouch, full name. That reminds me of when Percy would be mad—well, he's never really gotten mad at me before. Irritated is more like it. He'd always use my full name when he was irritated with me, and the same goes for myself. It's been so long since he's been irritated with me. Actually that's not true. I can feel it; he's irritated with me right now, even though he doesn't want me to know. I guess that's one of the perks to being twins, demigod twins at that—we get to see inside each other's heads. Not really a perk at the moment though, seeing how upset he is.

"Cammie," Liz hissed, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Huh…what?"

"You just zoned out there," she said worriedly.

"Oh…don't worry, it happens all the time."

A piece of paper was hung in front of my face then, so close the letters on it started to swim. "Read this for me, Cam," Bex said sternly.

I continued to glare intently at the sheet. It was truly frustrating, knowing there were words on the paper, just never knowing what they meant. Knowing that you should know, and yet you haven't the faintest idea what any of it means.

"What does it say, Cammie?" Bex's voice wasn't Bex's anymore. It was all the teachers I'd ever had, telling me that I wasn't trying, I was just being stubborn and stupid, and I needed to start taking things seriously. And I was. I was taking it seriously; I just couldn't get right. And somewhere in-between it all, I stopped deluding myself, and stopped caring. Stopped trying. Because what was the point? They didn't believe in me. I didn't honestly believe in myself. Why would I, when at every turn, people kept telling me I couldn't, blaming me, like it was my fault.

"What does it say," they kept mocking. From my first teacher, to my very last at Yancy, I could hear them yelling at me. You're not even trying! This is such a waste of our time. Why can't you try like everyone else? Why can't you be like everyone else?

"I don't know," I hissed under my breath. It was so soft, I could barely hear myself. I don't know which question I was answering. What the words said, why I wasn't trying, or why I just wasn't like everyone else.

"What was that?"

"I don't know!" I yelled, a tear streaking down my cheek as I yelled it at the paper. That stupid paper. I reminded me of just how stupid I was. How different I was.

I liked being different, but not when it got you branded as a freak.

"…Cammie?"

Liz's soft, tender voice reached me then, returning my focus back onto the two girls who sat staring at me.

"What do you mean you don't know what it says?" Liz asked, placing a hand on my arm.

I turned my face away, getting up. This was just embarrassing. So completely and utterly embarrassing. I felt like was back at Yancy, Nancy Bobofit chackling and mocking me, right before I'd tackle her. "It's nothing," I glowered at the wall.

Bex got up, standing behind me. She placed a single hand on my shoulder. "…Do no one ever teach you?" she asked gently.

I barked out a bitter laugh. "Never teach me? They tried. That's the thing about Dyslexia. Sometimes you can train yourself to overcome it, and other times you can't."

"Dyslexia?" Liz stood, confused. "You have Dyslexia? But I've seen you reading, writing even."

"Greek. The only language that I can read. I don't know why, I don't know how, but it's the only one I understand."

Bex stepped over to my nightstand, picking up the copy of Greek Myths and Legends Annabeth had given me. "This. You understand this?"

I nodded, taking it from her hands. "'Narcissus was a handsome man'," I read. "'He drew the attention of many nymphs and mortals, seducing them. But Narcissus' true love was himself'." I closed the book, handing it back. "It's a sad story really. He makes a nymph named Echo fall in love with him, and when he breaks her heart, and she goes running off to the mountains, repeating everything she hears—that's a different story. Basically she angers Hera, and can only repeat what others say to her—he gets punished by the gods. They made him see his own reflection in the water, and he fell in love and tried to kiss it, only to drown. They felt bad for basically killing him that they turned him in to a flower. A narcissus flower, or daffodil as most people call them. That's why they turn and seem to be looking into the water. Kind of poetic. Kind of stupid."

"So you can read," Liz asked.

I nodded. "Not English, just Greek. I've tried learning from that Korean text book, but nothing."

"Has it always been this way?" Bex asked.

I shook my head. "No, just this summer I realized I could do it. I was watching TV when these words start standing out at me, although I can tell they aren't English."

"People can get past Dyslexia," Liz said. "I've read about it, you just have to train your brain."

"I've tried, teachers have tried. I've basically been declared hopeless."

Bex pulled me into a hug, Liz joining in. "You're not hopeless. I know you aren't."

I don't know when we all kind of fell to the floor. It must have been a gradual process, because I didn't even notice. I just seemed to come back to reality and realize we were all sitting on the ground hugging.

"So, Liz, how's that translator of yours coming along?" Bex asked a few minutes later.

"A work in progress," she said.

"How about adding Greek as the first language."

I smiled.

"On the bright side," Bex said, pulling away. "You won't have to study Greek at all."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess that is an advantage."

I never thought I'd be understood anywhere other than Camp Half-Blood, but I was coming to the realization that I didn't need friends who were half god or half goat. I had already made allies here at Gallagher.

And maybe one day they might come visit Nancy Bobofit with me.

Okay, first Percy Rewrite one-shot, up and out there. It's not one of my better pieces, but I didn't know how to start these all out.

If you have any suggestions on what kind of one-shots you want done here, message me. I'd prefer if they ran along the lines of Cammie at Gallagher, but she does go home for the holidays, so anything is possible.

This will not be a top priority for me. I will update this when inspiration hits.

Hope you enjoyed, there are more to come.