New story! Whooop! Not sure how long it will be, but I'll come up with a length eventually. Rated T for some cussing. Not kidding when I say : "Don't repeat what you just read little kiddies!"

I can honestly say that being a pavement artist can help you at times like when your best friends are so determined to find you, they would jump of a cliff. Other times, not so much. Like when the thing you are dreading most (A.K.A being captured by the Circle of Cavan) comes true and they can't find you at all? Yeah, it's good to be back.

See, after I ran away from my school (Gallagher Academy, the one where rich daddies and mommies send their precious baby girls off to school. Not the one where you learn to kill a man with a spoon in 5 different ways or where you can take down your enemies with the latest edition of CosmoGIRL!) in search of answers, I realized that my friends were still tracking me down.

Don't get me wrong- I love little Liz, beautiful Bex, mysterious Macey (How does she do it?), murderous Mom, sly Mr. Solomon (So either that was his ghost I saw, I was going crazy or he magically woke up from that killer coma he had when I left), atrocious Aunt Abby (She's not that atrocious, but she totally can be a bitch when she want to), and of course zee zamazing Zach (It was either that or zealous, okay?). They just kept following me. I don't know how (I'm guessing because the adults were teaming up with them) or why. I just wanted answers without anyone getting hurt.

And then, after working all summer long, they stopped. My mom had a school to run and people had school to attend. So at first I was free, but then came winter break. I saw them only one time that first winter break. That time though, it was the gang and some CIA fellows. Like they were desperate to find me.

It broke my heart when my dad's . . . anniversary came and nobody was there to cry with me. It broke my heart when I saw the devastated faces of my friends and family. It broke my heart to not be there for them when they were there for me.

But I didn't want them to be hurt, so I worked alone.

I assume they have moved on. New friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, maybe even a husband or a wife? Kids? (Okay, to be honest this idea is absolutely terrifying, but I have been gone a long, long time.)

I wish I could say that I have moved on too. Five years. Such a long, long time. There's still a place in my heart for Zach, and knowing him, he probably moved on four years ago. It won't hurt my feelings. Not after what I've been through.

As I crawled my into one of the dustiest passageways I have ever seen, I know my friends will hate me. I didn't want to leave them, but I had to for the greater good. So that's why I stole the security tapes of my torture cell.

Well, I should probably back up and explain that first. I was two years into finding answers and I hadn't seen anyone tailing me on the day I was captured. Unfortunately, the next thing I knew I was drugged and passed out. When I woke up I found myself in a dark and damp cell. The lights in it flickered and the walls were just screaming, "People died in here!" Next thing I knew I was beaten to a pulp for questions I had no answers to (Some of them I had answers to, but I didn't tell them that).

My torture lasted for three years straight. I barely got food and water, but it was enough to make me live.

Oh, yeah, two other details I should probably include. One: I kinda blew up the place I was in once I was a safe distance away (This is obviously after I made my escape which is another story for another time). Two: My torturer was (O. M. G. Get this: . . . ) Cassandra Goode.

After some major hacking practice (Either Gallagher upped their firewalls or I am completely out of practice. I only had a small amount of time to learn about hacking from Liz.) I obtained information that Gallagher was having a reunion for the graduating class that I would have been in, in 3 days.

I did some things I wasn't particularly proud of like steal a man's fancy Porsche and his wallet, but I made it there in time.

The halls were empty as I made my way into the room I used to call my home. I locked the door behind me and took a shower getting all the dried blood (and the blood that was still dripping) off me. I took a look at my shoulders and figured they were dislocated judging by the way they were holding up, but as I stole some clothes from somebody's closet, I felt confident in a way that confidence was almost never portrayed.

That was how I wish it went. Really, it went a little more like this:

I tripped in the tunnel that barely had any light in it and I felt small jabs of pain going through my whole body, but it wasn't anything I haven't felt before in those past three years, so I walked on. When I got to the entrance of Gallagher via secret tunnel, I wasn't so sure of my plan anymore.

Before I could turn around to leave, I quickly opened the door, grabbed the cute tote I stole from a woman in Florida with the tapes that I converted to DVD's (That guy's car had some really high tech equipment.) and slipped through.

The first thing I noticed were the people. There were tons of people there (Questions to ask Mom later: Was Blackthorne invited too, or did every Gallagher girl just happen to end up with one by there side?, How bad do I like right now?, and Will you pretty please with cherries on top forgive me?) with even more children. Like toddler children.

The second thing I noticed were Liz and Bex. They were standing on the other side of the hallway waiting for someone. Luckily, no one looked twice at the girl in ripped to shreds clothes that were covered in blood.

I slipped some sunglasses on and darted through people (They yelled things like "Hey!" and "Move it!", so I kept my head down) to my two best friends in the world. When I reached them, I covered their mouths with my hands and watched their reactions. Liz's eyes widened and Bex's teeth bit my hand.

"Bex! Ow!" I yelled loudly enough for people to look my way ("This is a costume party?" and "Loser!" floated around the air). I grabbed my hand in pain and shot her a glare. Liz asked, "C-C-Ca-C-Ca-Cam-Cammie?"

I grabbed both of their wrists and whisked them up the stairs as fast as I could to our former room. I opened the door and saw a teenager making out with a guy on one of the beds. The girl looked shocked and then mad when I told them, "You two. Out. Now." They scrambled and ran out of the room as I pulled Bex and Liz into big hugs.

Bex shut the door with her foot and hugged me back- hesitantly, I may add -and Liz hugged me back too. "I always knew you weren't dead," Liz said and that made me burst into tears. Bex patted me on the back.

"Bloody hell, Cammie! It's been five years! Five years!" Bex yelled. I only nodded and sat down on the floor while sobbing.

When I stopped blubbering I asked, "Where's Macey?" Liz and Bex gave each other a look that only meant trouble.

"Well Cammie the thing is . . . It's been five years. You have been away for a long time. A looooong time. We don't really talk to Macey anymore," Bex told me.

"What? We've been best friends forever, why not? What happened?" I shrieked.

Liz, being calm and quiet told me, "Macey got married and she didn't ask us to be her bridesmaids. She didn't even invite us to the wedding."

"Why?" I whispered.

"B-be-because she . . . she," and then Liz started to cry.

Bex sat down next to me and said, "She married Jonas. Liz's perfect half. And they have kids."

"But! But! There's no way she would do that! No way, no how, nu-uh. She knew that Liz totally had Jonas. How could she do that? How could Jonas do that? What the hell?"

"Cammie," Bex said sounding very business-like. "She also slept with Grant." She took a deep breath. "And Zach."

I have been in a lot of pain in my three years of torture. I mean, come on, I was walking around with about 15 broken bones at the time. Yes I was in pain those three horrible years, but not even training could save me from how much pain I was in when Bex told me that. So the only thing I thought of doing, was standing up and yelling, "FUCK!"

I ran towards the Great Hall with Bex and Liz following me, trying to persuade me to stop whatever stupid thing I was about to do. Unfortunately, I had to slow down to open the doors, so Bex grabbed my right arm and Liz got my left. I already had one door open so I slipped through it as Bex and Liz were yelling for me to please don't do whatever I was going to do.

The door slammed behind us as I dragged my best friends into the room. Everyone's heads swiveled towards our performance. I saw my mom at the podium with her jaw wide open. Everyone else looked about as shocked as she did.

"Cammie no! You can't do that!" Liz yelled.

"I am going to kill her!" I screamed as loud as I could.

"Cammie it's not her fault!" Bex told me, though I think she would enjoy watching me kill Macey McHenry (or Macey whatever-Jonas's-last-name-is).

"He's with someone else now anyways!" Liz said. By now the whole room was silent. Bex hissed, "Liz! Not helping!"

"Who?" I asked.

Liz mumbled a name. "What was that Lizzie?" I asked nicely.

"I said Tina Walters," she said a little bit louder.

"Holy. Shit!"

"Cammie? Is that you?" my mom asked from where she was up on a stage that I've never seen before.

I tried to make a waving motion, but it was hard because my arms were behind me and held by two girls.

"Hi mom! A little busy trying to kill someone, so I'll talk to you in a couple of minutes, okay? If you need an explanation of why I was so late, there's a DVD or two that will explain everything in my purse right here!" I made a motion with my head towards the purse on my shoulder. I bet someone would have made a move for it if they weren't so scared of me. The little children looked at me like I was a monster and the people that I grew up with in school looked at me like I was a ghost.

Bex took the one moment I went slack to pick me up and throw me over her shoulder. "Bex! Let me kill her!"

"No Cammie, you have to make a speech!" she told me.

"No! Not a speech! Why the hell do I have to make a fucking speech? Please not a speech! Anything but that! Please! I'm begging you Bex! I won't kill her until tomorrow! I promise! Just put me down! I won't hurt anyone for a full 24 hours! Please no speech!" I yelled but she started walking up the steps to the little podium with the microphone.

My mom stared, took a few steps back and Bex dropped me. I, sadly, wasn't quick enough to land on my feet so my head made a thump noise as it hit the stone. "Ow!" I muttered, but got up anyways.

"Hey guys," I started. There was a murmur of voices when I started to fish around in my purse for the best explanation of why I was gone for so long. I took out the three DVD's that held some pretty gruesome footage and handed them over to my mom. She went over to the laptop that was hooked up to a projector and inserted one of them.

While we were waiting, I started to talk about random stuff. Then a little boy raised his hand shyly. "Yes?" I asked.

"Is it true that you blew up that base in Florida?"

"Is it true that Tina Walters is going to end up dead tomorrow? Yes, I did, and yes, she will." I waited a couple of more seconds.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, here are my last words of the night: Fuck you," I pointed to Macey. "Fuck you," I pointed to Jonas. "Fuck you," I said, pointing to Grant. "You're cool," I pointed to Liz (She grinned). "Fuck you," I said to Tina. "Fuck you the most," I pointed to Zach.

"Now I'm gonna drive to Vegas, cry my eyes out, get trashed, probably hook up with some dude and think of a way to murder Cassandra Goode," I told the crowd. "I'm out!"

Zach happened to yell out, "My mom is dead!"

I narrowed my eyes at him and said, "Since when?"

"Three years ago," he yelled.

I rolled my eyes. "Kids? Don't repeat anything you hear," I said and swiftly turned and walked out. The video began as I closed the doors behind me and you could distinctly hear Mrs. Goode screaming at me to tell her something about my dad.

Then you could hear the gun shots as she shot me in the foot a couple of times. Then you could hear me say, "I must admit that hurt like shit, but you must begin to realize that I am in fact, a Morgan."

She said something that I couldn't quite make out.

"Well I am pretty bad ass," I heard myself say.

Vegas baby.