So, you read the title and think, 'I've seen this before, it's going to be some crappy story about how she goes to Blackthorne with Gallagher or she always went there and she falls in love with Zach'. Well, you couldn't be more wrong. You want to know why? Because when you read a story written by me, expect the unexpected. Learn to expect crazy twists because when I get a crazy idea I just write it in, I don't think it over. Much better than it sounds (I hope). Finally, a Zammie story. Expect the characters to be OOC, they always are. Allow me to explain, dearest readers. Actually, no, let the story explain...

"Cameron Ann Morgan! I am not joking this time, wake the hell up! Or better yet, I'll call Joe to do that!" Oh crap, not Joe. Anything but my godfather/CoveOps teacher/co-headmaster. So I guess I am up now.

"Hold your horses! No need to call in Joe or anybody, I am up now... Unfortunately..." My evil (not really) roommates laughed at me. Or more specifically, my bed-head. If you are wondering how that would look, picture me with a dirty blond messy lion's mane for hair and color changing eyes filled with grogginess from just having been awoken, wearing my dad's old Blackthorne sweater and black short-shorts, on a messy bed, being laughed at by my three best friends. But here's the part where I can pretend to be my boyfriend with my awesome 'I-know-something-you-don't' smirk, like he does. You must be wondering why, shouldn't you? Allow me to explain.

My name is Cameron Ann Morgan, but call me Cam or Cammie unless you have a death wish or are my boyfriend, the wonderfully hot Zach Goode, who calls me Gallagher Girl, but that is a story I don't feel like telling now. I am turning 16 today, and I am a sophomore at the Blackthorne Institute for Boys. That's right, I said boys. But I am the only girl to ever go here, and I will certainly be the last, and despite rumors to the contrary, I don't resent coming here instead of Gallagher. My dad, Matthew Morgan, was found by me and my godfather, Joe Solomon, during the summer before I began 9th grade, but for safety reasons only me, Joe, my aunt Abby, my mom and the alumni and faculty at Blackthorne know about him. He is our Weaponry and Enforcement teacher, and sometimes he subs for Joe when his teaching at Gallagher doesn't allow him to teach us. But it's fine and I'll give you three reasons why:

1. I joined the CIA when I was 4 and my pavement artist-ness was discovered and I still go for missions that seem impossible for anyone to complete. Anyone but the legendary Chameleon, that is
2. I like having lessons with my dad, it reminds me of when they'd assign the Chameleon (me - but everyone thought was a grown man) to work with Sweets (Dad) in missions
3. I already had more field experience than all the seniors put together before I stepped in here for the first time anyways

Like I said before, today is my 16th birthday, and my wonderful roommates/best friends decided to wake me up 20 minutes before breakfast is over. Great, just great.

"I hate you guys! Not only do I have school on my birthday, but you guys just had to wake me up 20 minutes before class starts. And I don't exactly feel okay, I think I am sick, with the flu or something..." I wasn't even joking, sadly. I don't feel so good, I think I actually may be sick.

"Ha ha, Cam. We know you better than that, stop acting sick and get up. Or we really will call Solomon. Or your dad. Maybe both..." Oh, how I hate you Jonas. Although you are like my brother and my resident nerd, you always think I am kidding about being sick. And as much as I hated having my dad and godfather drag me out of bed, I think that would be necessary

"I'm not kidding, you idiots. Zach, put your hand on my forehead or get a damned thermometer. I really am feeling sick." Now my boyfriend was getting worried about me, and I could see it in his eyes. Those beautiful emeralds of his that were usually filled with mystery and devotion to me were now filled with worry, concern and love.

"Grant, get Mr. Morgan and Mr. Solomon. Jonas, go find a thermometer." They nodded and left me and Zach alone. He came closer to kiss my forehead, but that kind of proximity could get him sick.

"Don't. I don't want you to get sick too, Blackthorne Boy." I smiled weakly at him while he smirked at the nickname I rarely use towards him

"I'll be fine, Gallagher Girl. I am more worried about you than about me." So I sat up and hugged him, then got my elastic and put my hair in a messy bun so that my dad and Joe wouldn't be able to mock the bed-head. Then I sat back down in my bed, closed my eyes and tried to sleep before they all came back. Of course, the moment I begin to drift off the moment the four of them come back in the room.

"Cam! Cammie, sweetheart, are you okay? What's wrong? Grant just said to come quick, he never bothers explaining. Oh, and happy birthday, baby girl." Oh Daddy, dramatic as usual.

"Thanks Daddy. And nothing much, I just thought it would be better to tell the two of you that I am feeling sick instead of having you guys worry about me ditching, having gotten kidnapped or gone on a mission without having told the two of you." When I said I was feeling sick they both glared at Zach, the boyfriend. They thought I was pregnant! "What the hell is wrong with you two? You guys think that the reason I'm feeling sick is because I'm pregnant?! I can't believe you guys! Just the thought of you guys thinking I am pregnant makes me want to hurl my guts out! I don't care if I am sick or not you two better run unless you want to relive the moment you guys had learnt better than to infuriate me."

The look of terror crossing their eyes before they ran out of the room was priceless, but I could only catch a glimpse of it because in those milliseconds they had sprinted out of the room with me yelling at them. Even the teachers were scared of me, but not my three best friends, because the three of them are the ones who know I would throw myself off a cliff before I hurt my friends and family if we weren't sparring. I was just scaring them so they would back off. But I am still going to hit them so they will at least suffer a bit and for my enjoyment. I make my way to breakfast knowing they went to the Mess Hall to finish eating, and they thought I wouldn't dare do anything in public.

I am the Chameleon. The definition of a pavement artist. I could creep up on even the most paranoid of super spies and go unnoticed. So it was no surprise that I could creep up behind my dad and godfather while they were eating. I was shocked to see that my three roommates were the only ones not in here. At least I had an audience for what I was about to do... I snuck up between them and slapped the back of their heads as strongly as I could without giving them some serious damage, which was not only very painful, but also very loud.

"Ouch! Cameron Ann Morgan! Come back here right now and fight like a man! I mean, like a young lady or whatever you call yourself!" Wow, I never thought of the day I would be the one to slap Joe Solomon silly. But by the time they had recovered from the initial shock from the head injury (I said 'serious damage' not just any damage, didn't I?), I was already gone, back in my room, and taking my temperature.

So, like it? Is it as Goode as it seemed in the poll's description? I hope it's better and I will eventually rewrite this, just... Later...

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Peace, ladies!
~Jommie Obsessed Zammie Lover