Disclaimer: Don't own.
Bex POV
"How long do you strive?" Headmistress Morgan finished up our pledge.
"For all the days of our lives," we replied.
We sat down to our lunch. It was delicious: Chef Louis's lasagna, homemade French bread, a green salad, and delectable melt- in- your- mouth chocolate cake. After a few minutes of talk about the tea technique we learned in C&A and listening to Tina Walters's entertaining rumor about how the CIA was sending genetically enhanced penguins to live with us in our dorms here at Gallagher (Yeah, right. While that would be fun, it's NEVER GONNA HAPPEN! Which Cammie pointed out to Tina, who just shrugged and started a new rumor.), the doors at the back of the room opened and a little girl walked in. I didn't notice as much at the time how Cam's eyes got about four times their normal size and her piece of bread fell back down to her plate. But now that I think about it, it was pretty obvious.
"Umm... hi. My name's Laina... Elaina Marie... my mom told me I was adopted and then put me on a plane to here. So..."
Mrs. Morgan stood up and literally dragged Cam out of the Grand Hall by the arm. That's interesting. Whatever, we'll find out sooner or later.
Joe Solomon POV
A little girl walked in. None of the others noticed, because they hadn't known Cam as a young girl, but this girl was the spitting image of Cammie at age six. When Rachel dragged Cam out of the room, I had to admit, I was curious. So, like any seasoned operative would, I eavesdropped. While they were yelling at the top of their lungs a few meters away from the door, it was extremely noisy in the Grand Hall, so it was slightly difficult.
"I thought it was a closed adoption!" Rachel screamed. Adoption? What?
"It was!" Cammie retorted at the same painful octave.
"So why is she here?"
"Because! The Circle was after her! I may not have wanted her either, but I couldn't let them kill her! Lord knows it was a lot harder and more painful for me, but I still can't let them do that! She's six!" I was very confused now. It was like there was a missing chapter of Cammie and Rachel's lives that no one knew about, and this girl had something to do with it.
They came back in, staying away from each other. The tension radiating off the two of them was practically a visible tsunami. It turned the entire Grand Hall silent. Cam walked up to the little girl and reached out a hand. "Hey, Squirt. Let's get you a room, hm?" The girl nodded and took Cam's hand. They walked out. I followed them to Sublevel Six. I didn't think Cammie could even get in here. She opened a passage in the wall that revealed a bedroom. It had two desks, two full size beds, a huge suite bathroom, ginormous walk- in closet, a large flat screen TV with two leather sectional couches and five bean bags in front of it, and Mac Books on the desks. Above one bed were the letters CAM in silver paint, and EMM was above the other one. There was a floor- to- ceiling bookcase in one corner that held Gallagher textbooks and many other spy reference books, plus a multilingual dictionary for just about every existing language. (You know, like French to English dictionary, Spanish to English, German to English, lots of different dictionaries. Make sense?) The walls were midnight blue and the comforters were silver and hot pink plaid on a midnight blue background. The wood of the beds, desks, and bookcase was white. There was beige carpeting.
"Okay. Listen up," Cam said. "This is your phone." she threw her an iPhone 6. "That's your bed, and your desk." she pointed to the ones on the right. "This is our closet. You have uniforms and regular clothes, as well as shoes. I think it's pretty obvious what's yours and what's mine. Any toiletry, makeup product, or hair product you will ever need is in the bathroom. Let's get you dressed and fixed up and we can go back to lunch." As I left I was surprised to hear my pocket crinkle. There was a note in it. I know you were there, Joe. Nice try. -C I shook my head in awe. I had never even known she put it there. She was good. Scary good. And for some reason, I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't the only one who had taught her.
Macey POV
Cam came back in with the little girl about ten minutes before lunch ended. The girl now had on the Gallagher uniform: brown and hot pink plaid skirt, white blouse, brown vest, and brown blazer. Blazers were optional, and Cam was one of the only ones who wore them. There was a hot pink tie tied loosely around her neck. She had on half inch heel, knee high, brown leather boots and some cherry lip gloss. Which was exactly what Cam was wearing, except with three and a half inch heeled boots, and mascara, eye shadow, eye liner, blush, and blood red lip stick instead of cherry lip gloss. Nobody wore the exact same uniform as Cam, with the tie, blazer, and boots- she was the only one to wear ties, about ten people wore blazers, I wore stilettos, and just about everyone else opted for flats. But these girls even had their hair the same way- a messy but perfect bun, with one strand of hair hanging down across their faces. Now that I was comparing them, they looked really similar, besides the fact that Laina was four and a half feet tall and Cam was five eight, they had the same curvy nose, hair and eye color, high, prominent cheekbones, and smooth jawline. Talk about weird.
They went to grab a plate for Laina, and Cam flicked a pea (an: I know I didn't mention peas in the menu, but it worked, so please go with it) at Laina. "Tsk, tsk. Cameron, you should know better than to flick peas at the newbie!" I now realized that she had a French accent. Weird again.
"Says the newbie herself," Cam mocked and continued flicking peas.
As the rest of us left lunch for P&E, I knew this was going to be one interesting semester.
So tell me whatcha think. Do you like Laina? She was so adorable in my mind, a mini Cam in that outfit, but I'm not sure I was quite able to get the mental picture described right. *Brookley*
