DISCLAMIER: I do not own the Gallagher Girls Series! Ally Carter does!

Okay. I'm kind of new to all of this. Even though I've been reading on this site for about a year, I never published a story. This is my first try. I've written other stories in other languages in other websites, but this is a new experience for me, so … yeah. It might suck, but I don't care.

I hope you like it.

WARNING: the events of LYKY occurred, but the Blackthorne didn't visit the next semester and life continued in Gallagher. It's basically taking place in the time span that should be DJGC, after the summer, but the COC is not after Cammie. She's more confident and a bit OOC. The story will probably only be in her POV.

SUMMARY: Cammie Morgan is a spy and goes to Gallagher Academy. What happens when she is sent to a normal high school? Will she be able to maintain her cover? Especially if a certain guy, Zach Goode, is determined to discover her secret.

There will be some HEAVY snogging in future chapters, maybe more, but I haven't yet decided if the rating will go up or not. I will warn you if it does happen or if there will be a bit of a smut.

CAMMIE'S POV

I sighed as I rested my forehead against the cold glass of the car's window. I felt the phone in the pocket of my jeans vibrate, and I immediately knew that I had just received another message. I ignored it. I tried not to think about what was going to happen to me.

You probably already know, but I'm Cameron Morgan. I go to Gallagher School for Exceptional Young Women, or at least I used to. But you probably know that as well. I was, and still am, one of the best soon-to-be spies in circulation.

I have top grades in all my classes, but I rarely am recognized for it because I easily blend with the other students and try not to stand out. That's why I'm called the Chameleon: I'm a great Pavement Artist.

I am so good in pretending to be just a normal, ordinary girl, that my mother, the headmistress of my temporarily former school, and my temporarily former professor, Joe Solomon, decided I was the perfect girl to send on a mission in a common, boring, high school in the middle of nowhere.

The mission seems fairly simple, but you soon learn, when you're a spy, that nothing is ever as it seems.

Apparently, one of the professors in this trivial school is a dangerous rogue agent of a secret association called the Circle of Cavan, and he is up to something. Of course, the CIA wanted to send some expert to investigate.

Problem is, the 'professor' is expecting the arrival of a CIA agent. He knows that we know about him. He's waiting for some new teacher to show up, and getting ready to put up a good fight.

But that's the thing: he's expecting some super skilled adult to appear out of nowhere. He's not expecting a sixteen year old teenage newbie to keep an eye on him. Especially not one as anonymous as myself.

It would be easier if I knew which of my soon-to-be professors is the member of the COC, but at least I had been given a good deal of cool spy gadgets. I already had a cover (partially) and a background story (sort of). All I had to do was pretend to be normal, secretly keeping my guard up and investigating.

This was actually my very first 'real' mission, and even though I was honored because I had been chosen among the entire student body, I couldn't help being scared. I bet you would be too. This was stuff for the pros.

Back in Gallagher, with my friends, I was safe. I was being trained and prepared for future missions in the real world. But never in my wildest dreams had I expected my first mission to be at sixteen.

Granted, I was good. But I never thought others believed me to be that good.

I sighed again as the car continued its steady run towards what was going to be my new home for the next few months. I felt my phone vibrate again, and I finally allowed myself to read the text my friends had sent me.

Don't freak out.

We r sure ur mission will b fine. Miss u!

Good luck, and c u as soon as possible.

M, B, & L

As I had predicted, I felt my heart clench painfully in my chest. God, I was going to miss them so much.

My best friends in the world, Macey McHenry, Elizabeth Sutton, and Rebecca Baxter were always there for me. In every single moment. And now, I was leaving them. The goodbyes had been heart-breaking. We all had cried as if we were never going to see each other again.

I knew it was only going to last for half a year, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. We were like sisters, literally. At least, I was allowed to keep in touch with them.

The hot summer sun was slowly descending near the horizon, dyeing the sky in the beautiful colors of the sunset, whilst the clouds remained white and puffy. The air was starting to turn cooler and a bit humid, but there was no wind.

I read the sign welcoming me to McKinley, the small town that was my destination.

"We'll soon be there," the driver informed me flatly. Hurray.

I really don't understand why the hell I accepted this mission. My life was just so normal in Gallagher, or at least as normal as life can be for a young spy in training, and I was okay with it. Why did I go and screw everything up accepting a mission of this magnitude?

I felt the car engine come to a halt. The driver hopped out and opened my door like the gentleman he was. It took my mind a couple of seconds to snap out of the whirling thoughts that had fogged my brain until then.

When I finally stood up, my eyes scanned the area surrounding me, taking in all the details as I had been trained to do.

I was in a quiet and peaceful neighborhood, lined with identical two-stories high houses, each with a small, tidy garden and a car parked in the driveway. An old lady was watering some flowers in a pot. Two senile men were playing chess on the porch of a house to my right. The bald one was bound to do checkmate in ten moves.

Man. The average age around there was eighty.

"Miss Morgan," the voice of the driver called from behind me. I spun around. He had retrieved my luggage from the trunk. "This is where I've been told you're going to stay," he explained, walking up the rest of the driveway where he had parked until he reached a common-looking house.

I followed him inside.

It wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either. On the ground floor, there were a comfortable and expensive living room, a cool-looking kitchen and an elegant bathroom, and there were three amazing bedrooms (one for me, one for my supposed 'parents', and a guest room), another bathroom and a study on the first floor. The furniture gave the place a lived and cozy atmosphere, though no one had lived there before my arrival.

The CIA had done its homework well.

A man was waiting for us in the living room. He was about 40, but seemed a lot younger. His light brown hair held no traces of white, he had warm chocolate colored eyes, white strait teeth and a nicely tanned skin. I have to say, he was quite handsome, even for his age.

"I'll take her from here," he addressed the driver with a deep and firm voice. I immediately liked him.

Once the driver had left, the man smiled in my direction. "You must be Cammie. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Matt Miller. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," he led me to the kitchen, where he reached for the fridge and then swiftly poured himself a glass of orange juice. He raised an eyebrow. "Want some?" he asked kindly.

I shook my head.

"As I was saying," he started again after taking a long gulp, "The CIA sent me here to show you around the first few days. I'll be the one checking on you once the mission starts. I'll pretend to be your … ehm … well …" Matt looked highly uncomfortable. His eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but me.

I fought to keep my face an expressionless mask, "My father?" I finished for him. My voice almost cracked.

My dad was a CIA agent. Was, as in, not anymore. He went MIA and probably died. No one knows how, where, or why. I've never been told, and I've been too scared to ask. I wasn't even sure I wanted to know.

Matt nodded, glad he hadn't had the chance to complete the sentence, "Yeah. But just in public," he amended quickly, "It's the cover. But don't worry, I won't be around that often. People just have to see me around here once in a while. Apart from me being your father," I was thankful that he didn't use the word 'dad', "You can tell whatever you want in school. Just try to keep it simple: that way, you won't forget or slip."

It was my turn to nod, "Okay."

The highly trained CIA agent in front of me smiled again, showing his pearly white teeth, "Perfect. Here, let me show you your base."

I frowned in confusion. My base? I had no idea what he was talking about. When I voiced my thoughts out loud, he just laughed lightly.

"Well, I know you already have a couple of helpful tools," Matt said shrugging, referring to the spy gadgets I had been given in Gallagher by Solomon, "But in two days, school starts, and I'll be off to complete another mission. You'll be alone. You'll need some way to access profiles and information, contact the CIA in case of emergency, get updates on your case … you need a proper place where you can be a spy without nosy neighbors figuring everything out."

My frown deepened, "Nosy neighbors?" was he referring to the decrepit people who lived there? "And what is, exactly, your new mission?" but even as I asked, I knew I wasn't going to get an answer.

"That's classified," replied Matt as I had expected, with a look in his eyes that clearly said 'you don't want to know'. "And about the neighbors … let's say that at their age, they've got nothing better to do than gossip. And you're the new and youngest girl around here. You remind them of youth," he laughed loudly, and his eyes sparkled merrily, "You're the best topic of discussion in decades. They'll want to know everything about you."

I rolled my eyes. It probably wouldn't be that hard to fool them, but Matt was right. Better to prevent than to cure, and I understood that the CIA didn't want to take any unnecessary risks.

"Now," Matt clapped his hands together once, "Follow me."

I did as I was told. Matt walked out of the kitchen and up the flight of stairs, and I took the opportunity to leave my luggage in my room. He strode down the hallway until he reached the study.

It was supposed to me my 'father's'. It had an elegant wooden desk with a computer and shelves and bookcases full of books and stacks of papers. Glancing around, though, I realized none of the stuff in the room was related to spies. It was 100% normal.

Matt grabbed a book among the others, one that said 'Poetry of the 19th Century' on it, and predictably, the bookcase slid aside to reveal a secret passage.

I couldn't help but smile, my mind running to the ones in Gallagher.

I followed Matt down a long ramp of stairs until we reached an outstanding room that was located under the ground level. It was exactly like in movies: it was full of computers, screens, high tech stuff, weapons, and everything else a spy would ever need.

For the next hour or so, I was showed how to use the tools in it. I already knew how to handle most of the stuff down there, so Matt just explained the hardest things. He was an excellent teacher.

I really liked him. He was kind and patient, two qualities I truly appreciated in people.

And I thought that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't going to hate the next few months as much as I thought I would.

Okay, this was my first try. I have no idea about when I'll update the next chapter, that will surely be more interesting. Believe me, it will.

It's easy, really. If people like my story, I'll continue. If you don't, fine with me. I already have a dozen of other stories on other sites that are quite popular, and I gave this one a try 'cause I've been thinkin' about it for some time now, but I already barely have time to write since school started again.

I could stop. Or I could continue. It all depends on you.

I'm opened to suggestions. XD

Koky ;P