I lay in my bed, stomach down, exhausted. I had just been through another surprise mission, but harder then any I have had before. For this mission was real.
I know what you're thinking, it wasn't from the evil CoveOps teacher? Well no, it was real, and really scary. I don't even know if my friends survived yet, their rescue plane hasn't arrived yet.
My name is Cammie Morgan, or as my friends like to call me, Chameleon. It's easy for me to blend into crowds and not be seen. Some people without the ability wish they had it, most people wish that would happen if they just spilled soda all over their pants in a mall. Well, for me, I don't like it at times, or I do. I guess it just depends on my mood. I go to the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Or as every girl inside the school calls it, a secret school for spies.
My head was sweating and I wiped it away, noticing a little blood. The nurse still hadn't come to my room. I turned over on my back and every part of my body ached. I tried to tell myself to relax but I knew I would never relax until every one of my friends were safe inside this room, crying and hugging each other that we had survived the terrible experience.
But I didn't feel in that mood so much. I picked up a couple pictures off the table next to my bunk and stared at them, my eyes getting red and the tip of my nose looking like I have a cold. Fresh tears streamed down my face as I stared at the two people I loved most, and then remembering they were both gone, forever.
It was a picture of my Dad, and Zach.