I'm alive! And I brought a new story! I decided to do this since I've seen a few with the same concept. I promise if you love some of my other stories, you'll love this one!
I fidgeted nervously as I sat in the limo. There's only a handful of times I've been nervous: a first date, an elevator ride, a code black, a rooftop in Boston, Blackthorne Tombs, a waterfall, the pigeon room, multiple times from my trip. All of them I've been nervous, but not this nervous.
I'm going home. To Roseville. To Gallagher. My home. After I left it. Now I'm coming back. With him.
He grabbed my hand, and I instantly felt calm. I gave him a small smile. He gave one back, his first smile in a while. He hasn't been very happy since I told him I wanted to go back. He doesn't say it upsets him, but I know it does. Usually, I can't tell how he feels, but with this I can.
"You can do this," he said.
"I know," I said confidently. "Can you?" He gave my hand a squeeze.
"I just worry about you. You made me promise if you went to back to Gallagher, that I had to go to Blackthorne. I'm not sure I'm ready yet. I can't protect you from Maine," he said. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm at going to the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. It will protect me."
"So now you believe in the Gallagher security," he said sarcastically.
I stuck my tongue out at him and opened my door and hopped out. I took him to a find a secret passage to get in. We avoided cameras, people, and I made Bubblegum Guard promise not to tell anyone I was here yet. With my ear pressed to the doors of the Grand Hall, I heard boys introducing themselves. Hm? Oh well.
I waited until they were done to burst through the doors, stalk over to the podium, push my mother a side (in a respectful manner that Madame Dabney, I could see from her face, was proud of, and say, "I'm Cameron Morgan, and I'm back."