Between Fighting or Staying

Chapter 1: The Start

"Have a nice trip!" The woman across from me said and I knew the words weren't for me.

The airport was filled with noises of luggage being dropped, babies crying, people saying 'I'm sorry', and the usual alarm. The seats were all filled and everywhere I looked, I only saw the main thing: cameras. Everywhere I turned, I felt as if I was being followed. But after years of training, I knew that I wasn't being tagged, but that I had to get away to protect my family and friends.

I wanted to stop walking away from everything: from my family, friends, and even my teachers. I wanted to throw my bag across the floor into the ocean of people walking. I wanted to go back home. But I knew better. That was my destiny. My decision. If I didn't get on that plane, I might have never known what happened to my father.

I found an empty seat next to this man in his mid-thirties. He had on a dark gray suit on and his suitcase was on his lap. I sat down and put down my- I mean Macey's- Gucci sunglasses. Then, I grabbed another and put it on.

The man next to me chuckled. "Ah, the fashionable mind of today's teenage girls." He said. He looked at me and for a second, he reminded me of Joe Solomon. Just thinking about him pained me. The airport around me suddenly turned too claustrophobic. The walls turned to stone and the lights got dimmer. Instead of people talking, I heard pain and adrenaline started to fly through my body telling me to run.

"Ya'll okay?" He asked with a deep Southern accent.

I forced a nod and smiled. "Uh, yeah,"

He raised an eyebrow and said, "If ya'll gonna lie, do it better, sweetheart."

Before I could even say something, he got up and left. I shook my head and was about to follow him. No, he couldn't. Zach was at the Gallagher Academy, not there. I looked around for the man but couldn't find him. I sighed and gave up. After days of staying in the Joe Solomon's cabin and finding the cameras, I decided that Rome was it.

It hurt finding my dad's secret hole but it showed me that it was my duty to run away. Alone.

"Would you like a glass of water or something?" The flight attendant asked me. I shook my head and said, "No, thank you."

She smiled and continued on her way. I sighed and leaned my head back. After five minutes of thinking, I went to the bathroom. I locked the door and looked at myself. My hair… I cut it to rest above my shoulders. Instead of the brown-blondish, I dyed it black.

I was about to call my mom or Bex or Zach or anyone, but the knocking stopped.

"Someone there?" A male voice asked. I recognized it as the man with the southern accent. At first, I thought he was from the Circle of Caven. I shook my head and told myself that no one knew about me here, alone.

I opened the door and smiled. "Not anymore."

The man chuckled. "Okay, miss."

I stepped out and before I could head back to the seat, the man said, "Miss, you forgot your phone."

I turned around and said, "What phone?" Of course, it was mine. Not technically mine, but I left it on purpose.

He shrugged and rose up my phone. "Not yours? Well, okay."

I nodded and walked to my seat. Thankfully, I got the window seat. A woman around her early 20's was in the aisle seat and no one was between us. I closed my eyes and whispered, "I'll find you. I promise."

Fin! I can't believe I finally finished and updated this first chapter of how Cammie got to Rome and the COC found her. I'm sorry for being late, but I was stuck in the beginning. I hope this chapter was okay. Since school is starting tomorrow (BOO!), I may not update frequently but I will. Please review :)

~Steph/WeirdButCool