There are things in this world to terrible to be shared. There are things few adolescents should be capable of. I am one of them. I'm not normal. I'm not like those other girls who go shopping on a regular basis, and worry about what skirt clashes with their top. I'm not like the rest; yet maybe, I don't want to be like everyone else. Maybe, I find pride in being able to take down a national terrorist group. Maybe, I like attending an all-girls' school for spies. Maybe I love the adrenaline rush that comes with a good fight.
My name is Cameron Morgan. My father died when I was young, and I miss him every passing second. I attend the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. My mother is head mistress there and watches me constantly. The man who was accused of killing my father just happens to be my teacher. I am a spy; one of the best might I add. I have successfully destroyed the Circle of Cavan. They killed my father, attempted to kill me, and put everyone I care about at risk. Zachary Goode's mother is dead.
I have a mother whom loves me unconditionally. I have friends who I presume, will never leave me. I have a boyfriend who is determined to protect me from all harm no matter the cost. My life seems perfect. It seems as if the world has been set right. If the world has been set right, then why do I not know myself? Why can't I seem to find my purpose in life? Why is it that everywhere I turn, danger lurks?