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Summary: Rose and Riley Morgan Goode are the kids of two of the best spies in history. Yet they know nothing of the spy world. Will their spy instincts kick in so they can find out what their mom and dad are hiding? What happened to their Dad?
I don't own the Gallagher Series.
Off we go…
(Rose POV)
"Riley!" Mom yelled. "Rose! Can you please come here?"
I got up from my purple flowery bed. My purple striped curtains were pulled back to shed sunlight on the purple carpet, my purple chair, my purple and green computer desk, my purple wall poster….and just about everything else except my computer and some of my clothes. Pink was my favorite color when I was younger. It changed to blue when I reached the age of seven. Then, at the age of 12, my favorite color was purple…if you hadn't noticed.
I had on my green see through shirt, a red tank top, some blue shorts, and black sandals on. My hair was up in a ponytail with a pink bow that had a green bottlecap in the middle of it. I was a little extreme with what I wear sometimes but I loved being different.
I opened my door and the first thing I noticed was that it was quite…way too quiet. Riley should be running down the hallway trying to get to Mom but he wasn't. I open his door, which was opposite of mine, and peek in.
Riley (in knee length shorts, a blue shirt, and some socks) was on his bed with his legs crossed and was staring intently at his phone, as if waiting for it to go off. I raised an eyebrow as I leaned against his doorframe. I knocked gently on the door. He didn't move. I knocked a little harder. No movement.
"RILEY!" I yelled. He jumped and fell off the bed.
"WHAT?" Riley yelled back, looking around like a lost puppy. I smirked.
"What," I narrowed my eyes at him. "are you doing that is so important that you're going to use laser vision to kill your phone?"
"Nothing," Riley said, annoyed with me. My eyebrows went up higher. Riley was never doing 'nothing'. He was always up to something.
I put my hands on my hips as he got to his feet. "Riley Goode, you tell me right now. Are you texting a girl?"
Man I sounded like my mother…
He opened his mouth to say something else but his phone beeped. It was on the bed (he had dropped it when I surprised him). I ran toward his bed as he spun around. He jumped for it but I did too. We ended up bumping heads. I pushed him to the floor again and reached for his phone but just when I was about to grab it, Riley, who was on the floor, pulled me down with my leg. He used pushing me down to get up himself and get the phone. I jumped up on his back, my legs around his waist and an arm on either side of his neck. I reached for the phone but he put his arms out so it would be out of my reach.
That is how our Dad found us when they came in. Fighting over a phone. Me on Riley's back and Riley's hands outstretched as he desperately tried to hide whatever he was doing.
"What are you doing?" Dad asked, smirking as he watched us.
My left arm was now wrapped around Riley's neck so I could stay on his back but I was slightly choking him. So when Riley went to say "Nothing", he sounded breathless.
I jumped off his back and he hide the phone in his back pocket. I smiled innocently at my Dad, who was looking suspiciously at the both of us.
"Anyone going to answer my question?" Dad raised an eyebrow. We didn't answer. He sighed. "Didn't think so."
"Did you need something, Daddy?" I said, still smiling.
"No," he shook his head, totally not fooled by my innocence. "But your mother does need your help."
I walked pass my Dad to head to the kitchen. Riley tried passing him but Dad held him back and closed the door behind me. I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen, where Mom had boxes everywhere.
Mom looked up from one of the boxes. "Where's your brother?"
"Getting a talking to by Dad," I said, peering into one of the boxes. There were some clothes in there. Baby clothes by the looks of it.
"What did he do?" Mom asked. "Oh…I should go help your Dad…"
"Mom," I said as she was passing me. She paused and looked at me. "I think Riley's texting a girl." I giggled and told her how intent he was staring at his phone. Mom started to smile but broke into a grin, like I did.
"A girl?" Mom asked. I nodded. "That's wonderful!"
"What's wonderful?" Dad asked as he came into the kitchen. Riley was behind him, almost as white as a ghost.
"That Ril-" Mom started to say but I shushed her. Riley looked at me, narrowing his eyes much like I had earlier.
"What are these boxes?" I asked just to change the subject.
"Just some old stuff I found," Mom blushed. "They have my baby clothes, you guys baby clothes, some old pictures…"
I opened one box and found a pink baby shirt that said 'Can you believe these people are my relatives?' I raised an eyebrow at Mom.
"Yours, mine," I grinned at my brother. "Or Riley's?"
Riley scowled at me. Dad smirked. Mom smiled.
"Yours," she said. I looked back into the box. There was a lot of pink in there…
"This all mine?" I asked Mom.
"Yes," she said as she went through another box.
"No wonder I liked pink so much when I was a baby," I muttered. Mom, of course, heard it. Somehow, she and Dad always managed to know what we were saying when we mumbled or muttered.
"Actually, that was all you," Mom said. "You played Barbie's about 98% of your childhood and Barbie is strongly associated with the color pink."
I didn't answer to that. Mom always got technical on us.
Mom handed me some boxes full of my baby clothes she said I could keep in my closet. She handed riley some too. We carried about five boxes of baby clothes and boots and toys and all that to our rooms. I set mine down in the middle of my room and I'm pretty sure Riley did also.
About an hour later, Mom and Dad went out to get dinner. Riley went back to his room (How much you want to bet he was going to text that girl?) and I went to mine. I decided, since I had nothing else to do, to go through the baby boxes. The first three were, literally, just clothes but the fourth one…the fourth one was interesting.
It as a picture of four girls. One I could see was Mom because she had shown us some pictures of her when she was younger. The other three girls were all dressed really nice. Mom was on the far left. The girl on the far right had a lot of books in her hand. She was smiling shyly. The girl on Mom's left (my right) was smirking and had her arms crossed over her chest. Her hair was pinned up and she had a devious look in her eyes. The last girl was dressed very fancy and she had her arms crossed too but she had more of a "Dare you try to hit me. I dare you." edge to her.
I stared at the picture then I dug back into the box. There was a few cards there.
Cammie,
Happy birthday! We love you!
Love
Macey ,Bex, Liz
Cammie,
It's your birthday, it's your birthday! We hope know you'll have a good one!
Love,
Macey, Bex, Liz
Cammie,
Mom said you can come to our house! Maybe we'll get to do a short mission! :)
Love,
Bex
P.S. Liz is here and she wants to know if you've seen her 'Basic German' and 'Lies: Telling them, hiding them, and finding them' books.
These were some odd cards…I mean, not the birthday ones. The last one. Basic German wasn't such a mysterious book but why would anyone want to study about lies? Odd…
Plus, who was Bex, Liz and Macey? I've never heard of them. Never seen them either. I looked in the box and found more stuff. Clothes, actually. I pulled out one of the shirts and read 'Gallagher Academy'.
Well, I've heard of that school. Mom told me about it. It's a private school she went to because her mom—Grandma—was the Headmistress of the school. She hadn't told us anymore but now…
Was my Mom hiding something?
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