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When You're Gone…

Chapter One... Roomates for a day?

CAMMIE

We were at my grandparents for a week. It was almost the end of that week.

I waited till my mom and grandparents were asleep, there were no agents where we were. My mother had told the Agents that were supposed to protect me that we were fine. That the first sign of trouble they'd leave and go into their protection.

So far- Nothing… Yet

I dressed as fast and as quickly as I could, yanking on skinny jeans, a black top, and my black sweat jacket. I stuffed my wallet into my pocket and wrote a quick note.

It was the third week of summer and I was going to get some answers if it killed me.

"Ticket?" I mumbled to myself, checking to make sure my one-way ticket to New York was safe and sound. "Yep."

See, I'm a spy…

Spy in training anyways; I go to Gallagher Academy. I've found out last school year that one of my best friend Macey was being chased by a bunch of terrorists. Well, now I found out that I'm the one they want.

I glanced back at my bedroom door before I climbed out the window to get to my bag of disguises…

RACHEL

I woke up and went straight to my daughter's room.

As soon as I opened the door open I whipped out my phone and said, "She's-" My voice broke and I closed my eyes- "Gone."

BEX

I was rushed to Cammie's grandparents house; and hadn't been told anything.

"What is going on?" I demanded as I was shoved into a room.

"She's gone," Liz mumbled. I looked at the stick girl with shock.

"When did you get here?" I asked.

"Idiot!" Macey said, slapping my shoulder hard.

"Hey!" I said, more of a shock that she was here then the hit, "You're here too?"

"Cammie's gone," Macey said, tears down her face, "She's gone and we have no idea where she is."

CAMMIE

The hardest thing was leaving my friends… Make that number two. I love them and everything, but the hardest was leaving Zach.

As I sat on the plane with bright red hair (which I had to –sadly- dye it), emerald contacts, long jeans, a white tee shirt, and was shoved between an annoying man who was talking too loud on his cell phone to his annoying wife and a lady who was trying to calm down a screaming child…

Zach was on my mind.

I should have left right?

Or should I have asked him to go with me?

I should let him be.

But I-

I couldn't bring myself to even think it. I liked him… A lot. More then I should at this time in my life.

"The plane will be landing in New York, New York in twenty minutes, please fasten your seatbelts."

Gladly loud voice, gladly.

ZACH

Cammie's friends met me at the local park two hours after Cammie's disappearance.

"Where is she Zach?" Bex asked, her face was slightly red from crying.

"I don't know," I told her truthfully and apparently she didn't want to hear that because she was gripping my shirt tightly in her fist and was glaring at me.

"Where is she, Zach?" She asked again.

I pushed her away and growled, "Do you think I'd be standing here if I knew where she was?"

Bex took a step back.

"Do you know anywhere she would go?" Liz asked her, "Anywhere at all?"

I thought for a moment, and then it hit me.

"What?" Macey asked, "What is it?"

"Where did Cammie put notes to that Jimmy person she was dating?"

"Josh?" Bex asked, but Liz hit her forehead.

"Of course!"

"What?" Bex and Macey demanded.

"That rock, she might have left something!" Liz explained, getting excided.

Bex smiled and pulled out her phone, "I'll call my mom and tell her-" I pushed the phone down shaking my head.

"Bex, you can't."

"Why?" Bex asked me.

"Cammie wanted us to follow her," I started, "And that's how it will stay."

CAMMIE

I walked out of the airport, the duffle bag that I had put in the overhead compartment was all that I had besides the small carry-on I kept.

Sunglasses were over my eyes as I waved a cab over, and pulled out my wallet stuffed with cash that I swiped from my mom- I hope she won't miss it.

"Where do you want to go sweetie?" He asked, the smell of smoke and hot leather drifted to my nose.

I pulled out the paper I printed from the public library and handed it to him.

"I'm going there to interview to be a roomie."

"Don't need your full life story," The bad driver sneered, as he handed me back the slip of paper.

So I was stretching my age a bit. I was an eighteen year old girl looking for a place to crash and a life full of parties…

Or well, that's what Lilac Kennedy wants to do.

I walked up the steps of the shabby two room complex building. It had cheep rent and was suppose to be a good time.

I rang the doorbell tentivly and a girl with short pixie hair answered the door. She was dressed in black sweats and a bright pink tank top.

"You here for the rent?" She asked, looking me over.

"Yeah," I said, "I am."

She nodded as if she approved and opened the door for me to enter. I walked inside to see the house was even shabbier then the outside… Or a big mess. Clothes were strung everywhere and food boxes were on the table.

"Hey," A blond girl called, stumbling in, "You wanna room?" she acted drunk.

"Yeah, she's-" The pixie girl stopped as if to let me carry on.

"Lilac," I said," Lilac Kennedy."

"Cora," The pixie said, "Cora Hanson."

"Juliet," The blond told me, "My last name was Smith but I changed it to Ren."

"Juliet Ren," I nodded, "Cool."

"Thanks," the girl slurred, "Now sit." I sat down on the couch and the girls stood and stared at me.

Then, as though they were FBI agents, they questioned me.

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