Author's Note: Heyyy yal. This is my second fanfic and my first "official" story. It's a Gallagher Girls/Heist Society crossover. (BTW, I just finished reading Heist Society, and it was AH-MAZING. I highly recommend it). Anyway, just a little info on the story for future reference. For the point-of-views, I am going to have it be kind of like in the books themselves. For all the Heist Society characters, it will be in 3rd person limited omniscient. For most of the Gallagher characters, it will more than likely be 1st person. I may switch it up occasionally, though. It starts in third person. And it will alternate in the sense that one chapter will be Gallagher, the next will be Heist. Anyway, hope you enjoy it . I'd love any advice yal could give and your reviews. Thank ya!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher Girls series (or any thing affiliated with it) or Heist Society (or anything affiliated with it). Ally Carter does. If I did own either, would I be sitting here on my Spring Break typing this? I think not.
The Great Gallagher Heist
Headmistress Rachel Morgan
(3rd person limited omniscient)
Date: March 12, 2010
It had been a long day at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, and on long days, sleep usually comes easily for Rachel Morgan. But not tonight. Maybe it was the spy in her warning that something was going to change. Maybe it was the fact that tomorrow was her daughter, Cammie's, sixteenth birthday. Maybe it was because tomorrow, junior (sub level 2) Cov. Ops. would be going on a "field trip" (assignment/mission) to Washington D.C. Maybe it was the stress of knowing what it would be like tomorrow when Blackthorne came back into play. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because tomorrow, it will have been exactly sixteen years since Rachel Morgan had seen Katarina Lynn, snuggled up with her sister in Rachel's arms at the hospital.
* * * *
Cameron Ann Morgan
(1st person)
Date: March 13th, 2010
"Oh, Cammie…"
The sing-song voice coming from Rebecca Baxter (a.k.a. Bex) could only mean one thing.
"I'm up! I'm up!" I scream. I bolted upright in bed, knowing that the next second I would have been drenched.
"Good," Bex continues, setting the bucket down. "Because we now only have forty-four minutes and thirteen seconds left to make you beautiful."
"Great, just what I wanted," I say sarcastically, drawing the words out as I pull my pillow back over my head.
That is, until I hear Macey McHenry hiss menacingly from the bathroom,
"Cameron Ann, get your birthday butt in here before I cut off all that pretty hair of yours with my platinum Amex."
"Yes, Ms. McHenry," I say quickly, jumping up and racing over to her: Macey mad is one thing I never want to experience first hand.
"Get in the shower" she orders.
"Will do."
"Oh, and Cam?" she says while Liz and Bex pop their heads into the bathroom,
"Yeah?" I ask cautiously.
"Happy Sixteenth Birthday," I smile and hop into the shower. I'm out in about five minutes, and my "beautification" begins.
* * * * *
Thirty-nine minutes later, Macey had given me the okay, and we head to the dining hall. When we sit down, I begin scarfing down my waffles (our chef is the BEST). As we eat, my mom takes the mic.
"Good-morning ladies," she says in Farsi (this morning's language), looking more tired than usual.
"Good-morning Headmistress Morgan." The Gallagher students reply, also in Farsi
"Today, after breakfast, I need all junior students in the Covert Operations course to stay behind. Other than that, have a great day! Oh, and Happy Birthday Cammie," she finishes, walking off.
* * * * *
After breakfast, all the Cov. Ops. girls are milling around, anxious to find out why, exactly, we are here.
"What's going on?" Bex whispers in my ear.
"I don't know," I whisper back. "But I think we are about to find out." And right then, our teacher Mr. Solomon walks up, and says the two words that only a Gallagher Girl would look forward to hearing.
"Pop quiz."
A/N: So, whatcha think? It doesn't really make sense (yet), but I promise it will get better! Please excuse any grammatical errors, and thanks for reading .
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