So this is my first GG story. I know it is unoriginal but bear with me! I am English and so I do write 'Mum' instead of 'Mom'. However, I have used some American words like 'semester'. Hope you enjoy R&R.

Cammie POV

If you are reading this, you probably know who I am. My name is Cammie, and I am a sophomore at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Whilst many of my sisterhood used to think that we go to a very unique school, I am now able to talk about it freely without breaking about 50 CIA protocols and delving into classified information. It all started at the yearly Welcome Back dinner… (A/N I know, I'm sorry it's so cheesy, but what else was I meant to say?!)

My roommates and I were walking to the Hall for dinner. As usual on the first day back, the sign over the door read 'English-American'. We spotted who we thought was Mr Smith, our COW (Countries of the World) teacher, but we couldn't be sure as he gets a new face every summer. Yes, you read right. And so the annual game of who could guess what he would look like this year was over. My mum came to the podium to give out all of the start of term announcements.

Once we had all stood up and proclaimed ourselves Gallagher Girls, I zoned out a bit, that was until I heard the word 'Blackthorne' and all the girls started to talk loudly, our year in particular. I looked up; I could feel my mum's eyes looking straight at me. I'd always known about Blackthorne, our counterpart school where the boys trained. At once, my eyes lit up and I smiled back at my mother. I wouldn't say anything yet to my roommates, I think I'll surprise them.

I began to listen to conversations around the room to find out what was happening discretely. From the newbie tables I could hear: 'It's so unfair! Why can't we go too?' and 'The sophomores are so lucky!' It was then I began to piece together the fact that only my class was going. I was very excited, but slightly nervous, for reasons that will become clear over the next few chapters of this CoveOps report.

After we had finished dinner, and some very delicious crème brulee might I add, we went upstairs to pack. This was the bit I was not looking forward to. You see, Macey McHenry is one of my roommate; yes the senator's daughter. This means that I will spend the next semester wearing 'hot' clothing. It is not that I don't like to look my best, just that I like comfortable sweat pants and hoodies and not short dresses and shorts. I'm more of a ten minute shower person not 2 hour shower, curled hair and makeup person. Was I against getting a boyfriend? No, but a little nervous after my experience with Josh. (A/N who will not be at Blackthorne – sorry!)

That said, it wasn't actually too bad. In fact, all I had to do was pack our spy stuff: bug spray (not the usual kind), bug equipment, simple comms etc. I also packed some personal stuff: a photo of my family and me, my locket and a few keepsakes like my cross necklace. I let Macey handle all my clothes, makeup and shower stuff. I don't know whether I'll regret that when we get there….

We then carried all our suitcases down the steps and into the foyer, where we would load our suitcases onto the helicopter and no doubt be blindfolded and taken to wherever we are supposed to be going. I don't think it will be Blackthorne, it wouldn't be that easy. When we got into the foyer, I felt quite proud of myself, even if Macey did most of the work. Bex and I had 3 medium sized suitcases; Liz had 3 big ones and Macey had 5. Let's just say she panicked a bit about there not being with her walk in wardrobe for a semester. Tina had 5 too but Mick only had 1 very large suitcase, not that I was surprised by either of them. Nothing else caught my eye as I attempted to say goodbye to my mum, until she said that she was coming too ('hadn't I been listening?'). Of course, I knew the real reason she wanted to come. It wasn't just to watch me. I promise!

I helped Liz to load up her suitcases and turned to Joe. Of course, everyone else calls him Mr. Solomon, but he's my godfather so I get to call him anything I like. I know; Joe Solomon is my godfather! But when your name is Cameron Morgan and your code name the Chameleon, you get used to people's stares and generally being quite famous in the spy-world. Not that anyone besides those at Gallagher know that I am THE Chameleon. My inside source at Blackthorne tells me that most people think the Chameleon is a male adult somewhere in the world that everyone looks up to. Sexist much?! Aside from this, I never really talk about that though. I am a shy teenage girl after all.

Joe smirked at me and handed me a blindfold (what did I tell you?) and then handing one out to all the other girls, where there were a few grumbles. We were guided onto the helicopter, not that anyone on the CoveOps track needed much guidance, and I heard the familiar hum of the engine as we ascended away from my beloved school.