HEY! It's me, PearlyWirly1, and I'm back. Don't bother to read my other fanfic because I stopped it.

DISCLAIMER: Anyway I DON'T own Gallagher Girls or any of its characters – I own my OC's though, if there are any. Ally Carter owns Gallagher Girls. I don't own anything except the words written on this page and on other pages. The plot isn't all mine but it will be :D WAHHH! Practically nothing is mine, it's sooooo sad.

Chalet Girls

Chapter 1 - The Job

Cammie's P.O.V

It was a beautiful winter day, snow everywhere. Just like a giant blanket of white.

Hey I'm Cameron Ann Solomon Morgan but always call me Cammie if you don't want broken limbs. I live in a nice comfy 2 storey semi-detached house. I'm 17 years old and, this is the sad part, I don't have a boyfriend nor have I ever had one. To be honest I haven't actually got any time for one.

Anyway right now I'm on a plane to the Alps the part where…err… you know where all the posh rich people are.

I am actually going there because of a job. I'm gonna have to rewind a LOT, don't I?

You see my father is dead he was alive a couple months ago but know he isn't and my mother isn't handling it too well. Me counting 'too well' as a small state of depression but she has recovered so that's all good. My father died in a car accident because, well…

When I was young I used to skateboard and I went to competitions, I won all of the ones I entered into and so I was called a prodigy, yeah right like anyone would believe that.

Carrying on, on the way home after one of the competitions we were driving home when a truck driver couldn't stop and so my father had to skip and turn.

The side that got hit was the driver's side and my father was majorly injured, he was sent to hospital but they couldn't help him in time.

He died of blood loss from 2 major wounds 5:30 pm on the 17th January, 2012.

I stopped skateboarding, I could never touch my skateboard without think about that afternoon and I always thought that it was my entire fault.

If I hadn't gone or even entered that competition then we wouldn't even be on the road when that happened. If I didn't even ride a skateboard then we would never be on the road. If I picked the bike in the shop then I wouldn't be at these competitions and we wouldn't be on the road. If I wasn't born then nobody would have to die.

The only thing that I value the most, which my father gave me, is my necklace. It's really weird because there is this carving which looks like a family symbol but I have never seen another symbol like it in my whole life.

I always wear it though but not when I go into water like when I go to the bathroom to take a shower or bath or when I go to the pool. I have no idea what it is made of or what it will react with so I keep it far away from anything chemical – that includes water. Whenever I go ask if anyone knows what it is made of all the people said almost the same thing 'I'm no permitted to tell you' some even add 'but I can tell you that it is very rare'. The last part always gets my mind going.

Because of this I have to bring in the money to keep living and so I became a waitress in one of those family restaurants.

I was pretty pleased with myself because the money I earned helps us to get everything we need and I even managed to pay a tiny bit of the mortgage. But the mortgage part was because I took on like another 2 jobs so I was working 3 jobs which were very exhausting. Plus I'm pretty proud to be doing 3 jobs and still standing, well sitting now but standing before about a week ago.

The other 2 jobs were just another waitress job and dancing job. The waitress one was in a little café called Frappuccino's Café (A/N: LOL I just made that up). The other one, the dancing job, well not to be stuck up or anything but I can dance and quite well I would say so myself. So the place I go to dance asked me to choreograph a few dances and they would pay me so I took the offer. No harm done.

But then my best friend, Rebecca Baxter – but ALWAYS, and I mean ALWAYS, call her Bex unless you want to die (you would be lucky if you only ended up in the hospital with a coma), she told me that her parent's friends were looking for employees to be chalets and she could recommend me. The pay was-is great and it was in the ALPS I mean come on, who wouldn't want this job – the person who wouldn't want this job would be me.

I told her that I couldn't leave my mother all alone but my mother told me I should for the experience, unfortunately I'm one of those people who can say no to anybody else but their parents.

But the good news is that Bex is coming with me.

Oohh I almost forgot the major thing, apart from the moving to a different country and leaving my mother behind and earning loads of money a week, I have a brother. Apparently he is in the Alps with my Aunt and Godmother Abby Solomon and my Uncle and Godfather Joe Solomon.

Joe was actually my original Godparent but since he married my Aunt Abby he is my Uncle too. And Aunt Abby is my Godmother too.

Mother used this as another excuse for me to go, to see my long lost brother (god that just sounds so cheesy) and my aunt or godmother and uncle or godfather. I'm not really that excited to meet my brother, he had to come to the Alps because he needed to be treated. My mother told me that he used to have something really bad going on around his lungs almost like asthma but not quite, because of this he wasn't able to do exercise much so not much muscle. So they sent him over to the Alps because of the fresh air so it wouldn't affect his lungs so now he should have grown stronger. Mother said that she and Father wanted to keep him growing healthy so they kept him there.

My brother's name is Grant Newman Solomon Morgan (what's up with my family and 4 names for each person?) he is 2 years older than me so he is 19 years old.

Now we are on a plane to the Alps…actually, wait, yup, I think I can see it right now.

Hey! I'm PearlyWirly1 thank you for reading and i will try to update as soon as possible. Plz review hope you enjoyed this chappie

Cya! xD