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Chapter 1 of We meet again-

And it begins

The first day of a new year, a new year with the same secrets. It sounds like I'm a normal girl worrying about guys, right? Wrong.

My name is Cammie. And I go to Gallagher Academy for Girls. My school is an extensive private school that girls from around the world come to. No one who isn't and alumni, student, parent of a student, or staff really knows what we do at school.

Gallagher is a spy school. And guess what? My mom is the principle. Yay. Note sarcasm. Now this isn't my first year here, it's my third (a/n I don't think I got that right).

Normally we don't get any new students but this year was supposed to be different; there are rumors going around that we have three new students, sisters actually.

"Cammie! Cammie! The new students are coming today!!!"

There goes Macey. She's one of my two roommates and she loves fashion. This is proved correct by what she is babbling on about.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Bex groaned.

Bex was my other roommate and her dad was an ambassador from Saudi Arabia. She's really good with technology.

"Because, Bex, three new students are coming today and Cammie is their tour guide. And who are we to their tour guide? Her best friends that's who! So we have to make the best impressions SO that means that we have to wear our coolest clothes!!"

My case is closed.

I tuned her out. How could she be so perky at.. 6 am?!?!

Since I couldn't go back to sleep I got up and got ready for the day.

The last thing either of us said was this: "They need friends here, remember that."- Bex. Always thinking of others.

We walked through the doors into the dining hall filled with girls; the smell of perfume took some getting used to though. If I tried I could pick out Chanel no. 5, Essence, and many other highly expensive perfumes. Then again that was to be expected; everyone who went here had at least one majorly influential and or rich source, most likely family.

As we walked through the breakfast line I instinctively avoided the food options with fake poisons in them. We have the strangest study habits here (a/n I made that up btw).

By the time everyone was seated and eating the principle walked up to the podium on the raised platform in the front of the room.

"As most of you have probably heard, we have three new students, the Rides." Whispers broke out and Mom waited for them to die down. "You will be expected to treat them as your sisters. Wary but caring. They are part of our family now. Treat them as so."

When she had finished speaking, as if on cue, the double doors at the back of the halls swung open and three figures stood there. The tallest one started walking with the other two right behind her.

Everyone was craning their necks to try and see them. Luckily the place where the three of us were sitting had quite a nice view.

Obviously there were three of them. The one in the front was the tallest- actually they were all tall for their age. She looked about six-teen-she must be Maximum. They were all beautiful, unbelievably so. They all had windswept hair, as if they were on a windy hill all the time.

Maximum had hair that didn't know whether it wanted to blonde or brown with eyes that looked sort of like chocolate, but there was something in them-all of their eyes I realized- that implied they were more than just normal girls at a spy school. Which isn't normal in the first place. And I wasn't the only one who saw it. She swept the room with her eyes picking out all the escape routes and, strangely, the windows. She and the youngest were both brown from the sun, and their tans weren't fake like some people in this school.

The next oldest was African American and had really puffy hair. She had darker skin than most African Americans, like she was in the sun a lot. Her mouth had smile lines but it looked like she hadn't smiled in a while. She had almost black eyes that swept the room looking at its occupants. 'I wonder why…'

The youngest looked like she was eight or nine. When she was a couple feet in front of me, close to the stage her mouth curled into a wry smile. She had gold-blonde hair with bright blue eyes that looked at everything warily.

My mom stepped up to them and said, "Maximum-"

"Max if you know what's good for you." She interrupted Mom.

"Max then, you will be rooming with Cameron and her roommates. Your sisters will be right across the hall." Weirdly my mom went along with it. Maybe she saw that look in their eyes and knew not to mess with them. Maybe.

"Excuse me?" This voice was different than Max's, younger even. The blond girl.

"Yes?" Mom said looking down to her.

"Can Max stay with Tiffany and I instead?" In response to the principles quizzical look she continued, "You see Max is taking care of us while our parents are researching in Africa. And it would make us all feel better if we were in the same room. Our parents have been in danger before. I'm scared." She looked pleadingly up at my mom.

Mom, like the rest of us were, was putty in her skilled hands. Max and Tiffany were smiling smugly.

"Of course! Your name is Angel correct? Well you can deffinatly have Max stay with you."

Now both Max and Nudge were smiling smugly, and I wasn't the only one who noticed.

Then Tiffany nudged Max and she mumbled thanks.

Macey leaned over and said, "Did you see that?! And they look smug, like they knew this would happen! And man that girl is good! How does she do that?" In the middle she changed topics catching me off guard. Bex leaned over and shushed us before I could answer.

"Cameron." I looked up at the sound of my name, it was mom.

"You will be taking the Rides to their room. Now."

I jumped up and went to the doors ignoring the glares and stares from the rest of my class, and gestured to the Rides to follow me.