*Disclaimer* Gallagher Girls is the intellectual property of Ally Carter.
This is my first fan fic, so please comment!! Thank you!
Chapter 1
I linger by my suitcases, looking at the grand castle that was fading behind me. So I would be leaving home again, changed…but myself. Just when I was struggling to be other people, I was also supposed to just be, well, me. It's harder than it seems, and I did it. But now I have to leave everything behind, once again, and be myself by myself for a long time. Summer.
Most normal teenage girls dream about summer. They mark their calendars, gush about new summer plans in September, and wish that summer lasted forever. Me? Well, I'm not your normal teenage girl. I don't dream about summer. Because I love school – my home.
If you attended my school, you wouldn't want to leave for summer either. I'm Cameron Morgan, Cammie for short. I go to a spy school. Yeah, spies exist. Like in the movies? Except they never tell you about spy schools. And people never ask. But don't you ever wonder how we are trained? James Bond wasn't just born out of the womb with a license to kill, you know.
The Gallagher School for Exceptional Young Women is technically an elite boarding school for girls, which is why no one would ever know that spy schools like mine exist. In fact, everyone believes that we're just another stuck-up prep school. Totally fine, of course. But my school is really a spy school that trains the exceptional young women to become part of the future CIA or secret intelligence.
My best friend and roommate Rebecca Baxter (all of my best friends are my roommates), or Bex, pulls me by the arm. "Let's go," she says. "You can't stand here forever."
But all I want to do is stand here forever. I don't want summer. I want to be here, where I see my mother, live with my friends, and conduct dangerous operations. And what if I forget? What if I leave this home and think all that happened – including Zach – was a dream? I sigh and pick up my suitcases. I walk over to my best friends – Bex, laughing as her hair blows in the warm air; Liz, eagerly jumping on the balls of her feet; and Macy, planting a hand on her hip and looking gorgeous. As I smile at them, I know home will never be far away.
