AN: Hi! Wow. I haven't posted a story on here for so long. I've read the series quite a while ago, but I only just decided to write a story, so here I am :D
Oh, and Out of Sight, Out of Time was so awesome. The Zammie parts just made me squeal inside. Haha :)
This my first Gallagher girls fanfic, so I'm apologizing in advance if I don't really capture the characters' personalities. But I guess it is a fanfic, and I kinda had to tweak them in some parts to fit. Oh, and they're not spies, but some of the things involved in the original story are here...I don't wanna say too much. I might spoil it.
So yeah, I'll stop blabbering now. Hope you like it! ^^
CPOV
"Cammie, are you sure you have everything?" Mom called from upstairs.
"Yes mom! I've checked my room 12 times already. Trust me, I have everything."
"Just making sure sweetie." She gave me a sweet smile.
I know she was trying to comfort me, but I can't cover up the hint of sadness in my eyes. This city is where I was born. This was the house I grew up in. This is where I made friends; friends who have been with me through thick and thin for the past 10 years. This is where I had my first kiss, first boyfriend, first love…
This is where I made memories with dad.
All the times we've shared, they happened here. Every inch of this house was filled with joyous reminders of the times I've had with my dad. In a way, it gave me comfort. It was like he was still here, getting ready to come home from work at 5, with a box of my favourite doughnuts.
I sighed as a tear slipped from my eye.
"Cammie…"
"I'm fine mom", I smiled at her. "I wouldn't have agreed to move if I really wasn't ok with the idea."
"Yeah, you can be a bit stubborn."
"A bit?"
"A lot."
We both laughed at that.
"It's just…I guess I'm kind of sad. I'll miss this place, but I guess I'll get used to Roseville eventually." I gave her another smile for reassurance.
"I'm telling you Cammie, soon you'll love that place! I can't wait to get back to my hometown."
That's where mom grew up, before she moved to the city as an adult. She's so excited to go back and see grandma and grandpa.
You see, after dad died of cancer 2 years ago, mom's always been thinking about moving back to Roseville. Back to the country, the small town life. The life she left when she came to San Francisco to seek her fortune. And she found it, she found dad. And of course, she managed to start a very successful bakery business here in San Francisco. C&M Pastries? You probably have heard of it.
Anyway, now that dad's gone, she wanted a fresh, new start. Because even though mom won't admit it, she still wakes up sometimes, crying, after dreaming that dad's still with us only to wake up to reality. I think mom really needs this. I looked at her and smiled.
"We can get through this mom. I know we can. Remember, I'm always here for you."
"Thanks Cam."
After one last look at the house, we were off.
Goodbye San Francisco...
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Hello Roseville…
It was a quaint little town, totally in contrast to what I was used to. I mean, San Francisco was busy streets and everything. This was…peaceful.
I liked it.
Mom parked the car to what I assume is our new house. And there in front of the house, was grandpa, grandma…
And Aunt Abby?
What was she doing here? I thought she was in Boston. Or was it New York?
"Grandma! Grandpa! Aunt Abby!"
I hugged them three one by one, and so did mom.
"Hey Rachel, Cams, how was the trip?" Aunt Abby asked.
"Ugh. It was rather tiring. And the gas station we stopped in on the way here, it was terrible! The restrooms…" Mom complained. I involuntarily cringed at the memory of those restrooms. They were nasty!
"Anyway Abby, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Boston?"
My thoughts exactly mom.
"Actually I was in New York."
That's what I said…
"But, I just had to come by and see you guys. And help you with the moving in, of course. But I'll have to go back to Chicago tomorrow. Duty calls." Aunt Abby replied cheerfully.
I was also jealous of my mom and aunt. They were gorgeous. With their beautiful, flowing her, their flawless skin, their red carpet worthy looks. Meanwhile, I'm just…well, me.
Plain blue eyes.
Plain blonde hair.
Plain clothes.
Plain.
That's me.
That's why they my friends back in San Francisco call me chameleon. Because I'm so plain I blend in. I don't stand out at all. Of course, my friends didn't say I blend because of my being plain, but I knew it was true.
"Come along now dears. We have to start moving your stuff in now if we want to finish today. Then after moving everything in, I'll bake you some of grandma's famous chocolate chip cookies. You'd like that, won't you Cammie dear?"
"Yes Grandma, I'd love that."
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"Finally! We're finished!" I exclaimed.
"Which is why, you better get some rest already. You start school tomorrow." Mom said.
I internally groaned. I was still tired and slightly sad from the move. I can't start school yet.
"Do I have to? Can't I start next week?" I moaned.
"Now Cammie, it's already October. You've missed a month of school because you convinced me that since we're moving, there is no point in enrolling you back in San Francisco for only a month. You had a point, so I let you, but now you have to go back to school."
"But mom!"
"Cameron…"
It was a bad sign when mom started using my actual first name.
"Fine," I dejectedly accepted.
"Good. Now go to sleep."
And with that I put all my nerves and excitement (only a teeny-weeny bit) to rest.
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"Good luck on your first day Cammie, I'll see you later!" And with that Mom zoomed off to her new bakery store in town. She started a new C&M Pastries here, and she can't wait to get started.
I looked at my new school, the Gallagher Academy. I have to admit, though this town is small, the school was big, and it sure was beautiful. The fine details and designs carved on the building were…stunning.
I started to walk for the doors, glancing at the crowd already forming in front of the school.
Breathe in Cam. It's going to be fine. You got this.
As I approached the main doors, my eye caught a boy standing to the side with his group of friends. He looked at me and gave me a warm, sweet smile. I smiled back. And as I entered the building, a thought formed in my head.
This might not be so bad after all.
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It took me a while, but I finally found the main office. I know what you're thinking. You couldn't even find THAT? Trust me, it wasn't easy, and that's coming from me. The school looked big from outside, right? Well it was even bigger inside.
"Hi, how may I help you?" The receptionist asked in monotone.
Wow, they sure are happy to see me.
"I'm Cameron Morgan, I'm a new student."
She started typing away on her computer.
"Ah yes, Cameron. Follow me, and I'll get you sorted."
I followed her into another room next to the office.
"Okay, so here is your schedule, your locker number, your lock and combination, your PE kit, and you can get your textbooks from your teachers when you get to class."
Then she just walked back to the office as if I wasn't there anymore.
"Uhmm...thank you."
She grunted in response.
Yup, definitely going to be my favorite person.
Then she walked back out.
"By the way, your guide should be coming for you any minute." And with that, she was gone again.
A guide…well that helps. I just hope she isn't as nice as the office staff.
"Hi, you must be the new student..?" A voice said from behind me.
"Cameron, is that right? I'm Bex."
I'm Bex.
I turned around and gasped at what I saw.
"Bex?"
"Cammie?"
"OH MY GOSH!" We screamed in unison.
"I haven't seen you since 3rd grade! So this is where you moved to." I yelled.
What? I was excited. Don't judge me.
"Yeah. Wow Cammie, you sure have changed. You used to be so small! I'm so glad to see you again!" Bex grinned.
We hugged each other really tight.
"So, why don't we get this show on the road? Come on! Your locker is right next to mine. And we have English first together. I can introduce you to Macey and Liz. Oh you'll love them too!"
She scurried of quickly pulling me along. I chuckled at her enthusiasm.
It was awesome to see Bex again.
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I had English first and we entered the classroom, Bex towing me in. We walked up to the teacher. She was a petite blonde lady with a sweet smile. She seemed very nice.
"Hi you must be Cameron, I'm Ms. Davies."
It's nice to know that not ALL of the staff is inhospitable.
"Oh, I prefer Cammie."
"Is that so dear? Ok, Cammie it is then. Now, we need to find you a seat –"
"She can sit next to me Ms. Davies!" Bex quickly cut off the teacher.
Ms. Davies laughed at Bex's outburst. "Ok Rebecca, she can sit next to you."
"Thanks Ms. Davies!"
Wow, Bex must really like Ms. Davies. She let her use Rebecca instead of Bex.
And Bex quickly pulled me to the right side of the room, about 3 throws from the front.
"Hey Bex, why'd you let her call you Rebecca?"
"Ms. Davies says she prefers Rebecca because she thinks it's such a lovely name. Besides, she's my favorite teacher, and she calls me Bex in front of the class, so I let her."
We were approaching two girls who were sitting side by side. Bex sat in the seat in front of the petite blonde, and motioned for me to sit in front of the dark haired girl.
"Girls, remember when I talked to you about my friend back in third grade? My best friend back in San Francisco?"
"You mean Cammie?" the dark hair girl inquired.
"Exactly! This is Cammie," she said pointing at me, "She just moved to Roseville. Can you believe it? She's here!"
"Wow, that's great! I'm Macey by the way," she turned around, holding her hand out to me, "Bex has told us so much about you. Oh, and when we come over to your house, I'm gonna have to look at your closet, because honey, that simply won't do."
Bex gave Macey a look.
"Excuse Macey, she's really into her fashion."
"What? It's not like I'm being mean to her, I just don't like her clothes."
"They are a bit plain," I admitted.
"Don't worry; I'm sure I can fix that." And with one more smile, Macey went back to reading her magazine.
Looking at her, I noticed she was very pretty. Macey had beautiful, long dark hair. She also had bright blue eyes, definitely prettier than mine. Macey looked like a model, but it was nice to know that she wasn't mean and stuck up like some of the other pretty girls.
"I'm Liz," the other girl said quietly. She seemed very shy. She also seemed pretty smart.
"Nice to meet you." I greeted back.
She was a cute blonde bob, and pale blue eyes that were pretty. They looked calm and gentle. Her eyes suit her perfectly.
"Bex showed us your schedule earlier. We have a lot of classes together, even advanced chem. Which is cool because neither Macey nor Bex is in that class."
"See Liz, you won't be alone anymore. You'll have a smart, creative buddy with you." Bex smiled at me.
Bex was also gorgeous. She had flawless dark skin, shiny dark hair, and a set of warm brown eyes. She looked like an Egyptian princess.
Gosh, all three of them are pretty. Looks like I'm surround by good-looking people again.
"Hey Bex," said a tall, muscular guy. He was handsome, in a jock kind of way.
"Go away Grant."
"Oh come on Becky, no good morning Grant I missed you so much you sexy creature?"
"Well I could say that, but I believe that honesty is the best policy."
I stifled a laugh.
"One day you'll be crazy about me, you just wait."
"I would, but I might get tired. I mean, forever is a pretty long time don't you think?"
Oooh. You go Bex.
"Oh yeah –" Grant was about to reply, when Ms. Davies cut him off.
"That's enough now Grant. Save the chit chat for later, my class is starting."
"Yes Ms. Davies," Grant said dejectedly and went to sit at the far corner of the room with a bunch of other guys. One of which I noticed, had a beautiful set of green eyes.
"Ok, let's begin class."
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"I'll see you in Advanced Math Cam. I just have to talk to my Drama teacher."
"Ok, I'll see you later Bex."
"Hey Cammie, we'll see you later too. We just have to go to our lockers." Macey and Liz said.
"Ok, see you later."
I was on my way to my locker when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hey. Cammie right?"
It's him.
Tada. :D
So, I know the start is sort of slow, and not a lot is happening, but that's because just started, and I'm still setting up the plot and setting and stuff. I promise the plot will pick up. I have a lot of twists planned up ahead.
So tell me what you think? It can be short, it can be long, it can be constructive criticism, I don't mind. Just not too harsh..? :P
Till next time
~Ana xx