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If you have read the Authors note on chapter 13, then you should know this is the rewritten version of the story. If not, let me explain. My previous story was not good at all. Didn't even remind me much of "I'll tell you I love you but then I would have to kill you."
So I hope u will enjoy this version of the story.
Disclaimer: Ally Carter owns all except the new characters. I own those.
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PROLOGUE
KATHERINE'S P.O.V. (Cammie)
Name: Katherine Ann Collin. Date: November 20, 2007
Codename: Chameleon.
If your reading this, I'd advice you to immediately stop what your reading and put this composition book back where it belongs. You have no right to read this unless you are a level 14 agent.
If you are an agent, you may continue to read, but I warn you if you aren't a level 14 agent, I will haunt you down and disqualify you.
I am Katherine Ann Collin. Daughter of Cassandra Collin and I am a spy/assassin. You may be overly confused and more like laughing, but it's true. I will kill you if you still continue to laugh at this. This is no time to play around.
I am a 15-year-old who has been home schooled for four years. Today It would be the first day I would ever get to go to a public school and have a social life outside of my home.
Some of you would think its great to be home schooled and it is, but it gets lonely with no friends. I never in my life had I ever have a friend or boyfriend. I know, sad and it is a very sad thing.
My mother tells me it's for precaution. We don't want anyone getting close to us. It's to dangerous for them to handle my life or in this case my future.
My mother is the terrorist leader for The Invisible Cycle Of The Collins (I.C.T.C.) and I am the next generAtion who will take over after her.
I've been trained for five years by my mother, but supposedly in my previous life I've been trained to be a spy. The only problem is I don't remember my previous life much. Just dark blurry figures of a woman and man hugging me.
I was in an orphanage, ten years old, when my adoptive mother, Cassandra Collin, came for me. She was standing there in front of me, with her red strawberry hair going down her back, blue green eyes glowing brightly and her smile turning to a grin. She was only wearing a long black coat with black leggings and black ankle boots. She was beautiful and I'm proud to say she is my mother.
The only reason I'm writing this on a composition book is because my mother told me so. She said it's so I can take out anything that is bothering me and to put it on paper. What I believe she's trying to do is read my secrets from here and laugh, even though I don't have secrets for her to know.
This is actually the first time I'm writing something about my life. It seems to me like a diary, but with out all the 'dear diary' things. It just sounds to girlish and we all know I'm not that girlish (You still don't know me so don't judge.)
I basically still don't know why I'm writing like this as if I'm writing to some one. Maybe it's because I feel like someone will someday read this. Maybe...maybe...I don't know exactly why.
So back to this moment in my life, it's a Monday and we know we all hate Monday's. But this Monday is the first time I would actually go to a high school. I know, doesn't sound so exciting. Besides, why am I going to school in November? Don't know, don't care.
Normally I would be screaming at my mother (I know that childish) for awakening me up early but surprise surprise, I didn't. My mother says I have a set of lungs like a dragon. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Is she comparing me to a dragon?
Anyways, yes. I'm a spy/assassin. I almost forgot.
So as you already know, I've been training with my mother and one of her operatives, Marisa (Marry), for five years. I supposedly am fully trained, but I still have this feeling I need more training to become a very good pavement artist and assassin.
My specialty is camouflage. There's a reason or story behind my codename. I'm a very good pavement artist that surrounds myself or camouflages into my settings. My mother tells me it's a gift I was born with and should treasure it with all my heart. Supposedly my speciality will help me with my missions and it's true. I'm an expert since I'm always invisible against the view of agents and civilians. Though sometimes it makes me feel invisible.
I've never had friends for my while life and I can't make any. I've been home schooled for me to be able to make friends. I've moved around (missions) a lot for me to get along with someone. I'm a lonely person. The only friends I have are agents who also work for my mother.
Then the big something that always and I mean always seem to bother us girls is boyfriends. I never had a boyfriend and I can't have one unless he's someone in the organization. He can't be a civilian, an operative from the government or some other operative from another organization.
I know, strict rules, but I've lived through that for my whole life and now I have a feeling that this will all change, for good or for the worse.
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So what ya think about this. Is it better than the previous prologue. And no. There won't be any flashbacks because it will just take a long time go do a flash back. I kinda hate those.
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