Is he really gone?

Summary: Cammie begins to receive threatening notes saying that if she ever wants to see her father again, she better not say anything. Does she want to follow this advice? Story better than summary I hope.

This is my first Gallagher Girls fanfic (there aren't many)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gallagher Girls.

This was new. This was cold, hard and new. How could I have missed this air duct in the back of the COW room?? It didn't seem possible—I should have seen it's spacious duct space years ago! Mr. Smith will never notice me up here—he's been really busy lately. He hasn't been the busiest—it's been Madame Dabney. She's always stressed out, and when I used to love her classes—well, now I hate them.

Not that school has started yet or anything.

Ow. Crap. I should have seen that coming.

The air duct took a sudden fall for about five feet. It was dark in here—how was I supposed to see it?? I wasn't supposed to see it. I wasn't supposed to be in the air ducts at ALL. They were made to carry air—not juniors.

I heard voices. I was still far away and the duct made it sound fuzzy, but I distinctively heard someone say, "Y usted?? Yo no es enojado. Yo es mucho contenta..." You too?? I am not mad. I am happy... Was now the time to thank Gallagher Academy for teaching me Spanish?? Or was now the time to wish I did NOT know it because something bad was ahead??

Beginner Spanish—either the seventh graders or Macey. There was a blurred response I couldn't comprehend. Maybe it was because of the pain shooting through my leg and that aching feeling in my back telling me that this wasn't safe and I should leave ASAP??

Or was it? "No!! Nadie puede oírnos." That wasn't such beginner usage—No one can hear us?? No, that was far from beginner. That accent was definitely trained—it sounded natural, like they were from Mexico. Like they were really Mexican ... yes, that was DEFINITELY a Mexican accent....

"¿Cómo puede usted estar seguro?" asked another voice. How can you be sure? This voice was not trained—my skilled ears picked that up the moment the C came out. No, this was not a native speaker—but someone who had lived there for a while.

"No soy estúpido," said the first voice again. I am not stupid. No, your accent is trained beautifully—I know because no one here at Gallagher is Mexican except for Sophia Licona—and she wasn't here yet.

Or so I thought?

"¿Por qué no hablar en Inglés?" Why don't we speak in English? It seemed that this voice needed something from the other. Was now the time to thank Gallagher??

"You no hablar Inglés, idiota." I don't speak English, moron. Yes—that wasn't a Gallagher Girl. Gallagher Girls could come up with better insults than moron. I mean really!

"I am paying you!!" Now it was sure the man was stupid—the guy just told him he can't speak English and then he tells him something in English!? It was definitely a man—the voice was deep and manly in a princessy type of way.

"Que?? No hablar Inglés!! Que??" I felt their voices fade away, and I crawled back up the crooked vent because there probably wasn't anything else down there.

But now how was I supposed to get back up??

"Cam!!" cried Bex. "I'm here!!" Her expression melted over her face as she picked up her suitcase and began to take out her clothes. "I loved seeing London again. My parents couldn't be there for Christmas, but it didn't matter because my Nanny was there. I got to open all of my new presents and I brought some for you guys. For Liz, I brought this thing that my dad's friend who is a computer hacker for the FBI recommended..." she blabbed on and on about her visit home and then to visit her grandparents in France. It was really weird because usually Bex isn't informative nor does she blab.

"I'm forgetting something," mumbled Liz, which was also odd because Liz has photographic memory.

Everyone was acting weird or odd or just plain strange lately. It was starting to really bother me.

"You probably already heard her," scoffed Macey. "What's with you and being late?" Macey was in a bad mood—maybe because she was stuck here for her junior year. How depressing to be at the best school in the world for junior year instead of with her parents whom she hated.

"It's my thing," said Bex. "It's better than having your thing be 'impossibly rich'." I thought her thing was "my parents are spies and I'm the only British kid here EVER!!"

"Whatever," said Macey as she flung out a blue sweater. "At least tonight our conversation will be in English." Then that reminded me of the two people in the vent. Should I tell my best friends?? Of course I should tell them.

Was I going to tell my best friends?? Something inside of me told me that the answer to that question was a no.

"Oh," said Liz. "I forgot to tell you—someone told me to give you this note." She put her hand into her pocket as she pulled out a long envelope. "Tell me what it says."

"She can't do that until she opens it," says Macey. I pulled the envelope over my sweater-vest (uniform) and peeled it open using an ancient Himalayan technique.

He's not dead.

And it was way to obvious who that referred to.

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