Hey guys! If you've read LAWKI, this is the story that will be written instead of that temporarily. I promise I'll start LAWKI again the minute I finish this! Anyway, first, before you read, I KNOW SHE HAS A BIG EGO. IT IS PART OF THE STORY, BELIEVE ME!!! So, I really don't want any flames just saying, "oh, she has such a big ego! She thinks shes so perfect! This is stupid!" or anything like that, BECAUSE SHE IS SUPPOSED TO THINK SHE IS PERFECT, BUT SHE'S NOT. IT WILL PLAY A BIG PART IN THE STORY, BELIEVE ME. AND YES, SHE'S SUPPOSED TO START OUT AS A RUDE JERK TOO. So sorry if you don't like it. This is my first story using a big original character, so bear with me. I'm not the best person with OCs and AUs. I hope you like it, because I haven't read another story with the same idea (not saying they aren't out there. I just haven't read any), and I thought it was simply genius. But then again, I might've just been trying to make myself feel better of my not-so-great writing skills. Oh, and if you're from GallagherAcademy . ning, THIS ISN'T BASED OFF OF MYSELF. I AM IN MAJOR NAME BLOCK, AND IT SEEMS TO FIT. Thank you for your time, good fanfiction-ers, and hope you like it!

I DON'T OWN GALLAGHER GIRLS.

Keep writing! Peace!

~Eyes for Eternity

The Life and Times of Zee Lynn

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Name: Zarah Jane Lynn

Age: Thirteen

Birth place: Washington D.C., USA

Parents: Nathaniel Lynn, current Director of the CIA

Jennifer Lynn, CIA research department

Nickname: sometimes referred to as "Zee"

Known codenames: Night Owl, Nightingale

Known accomplishments:

-Programmed the Pentagon's most successful firewall at age eleven

-Successfully broken the NSA's firewall to find pictures of birthday present at age five.

-Been in the most advanced elementary school in the country since age six

-Noted pavement artist

-Successfully lost tails from the Circle of Cavan at age nine

-Gave a fourth grader a concussion for making a rude remark at her, age seven

-Learned about her parents' real careers without assistance at age five

-Recently accepted into the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women

I finished looking through the record. Well, actually, just the first page. How did this happen? I mean, I seriously never thought I was special. My Dad had power, I knew that much. People saw me on the cover of Covert Associations Monthly, I was used to the photo shoots. But…I never thought I'd be accepted into some boarding school. Well, not just some boarding school, I mean I've known since I was five that it was special. Which is why I shouldn't be going there. I didn't want to leave my friends…well, the ones I had. My motto for my whole life has always been to trust no one. And boy did I know it.

"Mom…I'm not that special. I don't want to go, and you can't make me!" I said, raising my voice near the end. She raised her eyebrows.

"Zarah Jane Lynn, you are going to this school, whether you like it or not. This could open so many opportunities for you!" Mom said.

"Opportunities? You've told me my whole life, I already had all the opportunities in the world! Now, what, I have to go to some loser school to open them! I am NOT going to fake being some snotty rich kid who just goes to that school because I have nothing better to do! We might live in a mansion, but you of all people should know I will NOT pretend to be some airhead heiress! Even Dad's told me that I probably will be teaching at Harvard before I have to go to college. I hacked into the CIA mainframe before I knew how to count to twenty, I finished Pride and Prejudice before I learned to write! I lost a tail from the Circle of Cavan when they were on their little obsession to kill me…" I trailed off when my mother looked down.

"Is that what this is about? They want me again? So, you're sending me to this stupid school just so I can be safe? Well, mother, for your valuable information, they're also after that one girl, Cameron Morgan, so that'll just mean they can get us both in one place! This is the STUPIDEST idea I've ever heard! I'd be safer if I were in a weapons sales district in Iran!" I yelled. Some guards were peeking in the window of her office, eavesdropping. I shot a glare through the glass that could kill.

"Young lady, you will not talk to me like that! You are going to Gallagher, and that is final! Blackthorne will be there-"

"WHAT!? Some stupid boys school from Maine will be there too!? Well, this is just great. Fine, I'll go there. But I will not cooperate with a soul, don't expect me to be nice, and I am not part of their sisterhood, whether I'll be rooming with them or not. If I hurt someone in P&E, I'm not paying for the medical bills, and if that teacher Solomon thinks he can challenge me, he's got another thing coming. This is so stupid! I'm not that special! I shouldn't be going!" I yelled, storming out of her office. Eyes watched me as I stomped down the hall, and into my room. That's right, you heard me. I live in the CIA HQ building. Of course, it's only because Mom and Dad do. They need to be right there if anything goes wrong, and I can't exactly live on my own. So, I have a room at the HQ.

I pushed the thick metal door open, and stepped in the room. The bright purple walls closed me in, and I walked over to my desk. I flipped open my navy blue and black laptop, and sent out quick goodbye emails. Then I grabbed my phone, and called my dad's office.

"When am I leaving?" I asked.

"Tomorrow." I groaned, and slammed the phone back on the hook. I ran into my walk-in closet, and started throwing clothes into a duffel bag. Mostly jeans, t-shirts, and undergarments. They had uniforms at the school. Just on cue, I found five new, clean, pressed uniforms hanging at the back. White blouses, blue sweater vests, blue argyle ties, navy and baby blue plaid skirts, navy knee socks, and a nice pair of white sneakers. This school apparently liked the color blue. There was also a blue and gold pin, with the school badge design on it. I groaned, and threw those in as well. This would be…exciting. Yeah, right.

I woke up at eight, half an hour before I was to come to the spy school, in a limo, looking like an airhead heiress to any normal people who had no clue that I could, very easily, kill them using a Nintendo DS stylus. I actually almost had to do that once. It was back when the Circle of Cavan first took interest in me, I was on a plane home from visiting my cousin, and I was playing video games, and this guy practically attacked me. Luckily, he didn't get far. I knocked him out the second I saw him move to a seat near me with a gun. How some imbecilic criminal could get a gun through security, I'd never know.

I threw the school uniform on, and brushed through my short brown hair. My mother insisted I be "polite", and wear the uniform. How the heck does wearing some school's uniform on my first day count as polite? I found it more like, "Oh! I'm such a goody-goody and I'm in a state of panic, and I want to make a good impression, so I'll memorize the whole school manual and wear the right clothes on the first day, even though I'm not expected too!". Well, okay, so it was expected. That's why I was wearing this, and was forced to stay up till one in the morning memorizing the school's history and rules. Okay, so I've known them for years, but Mom insisted I read it again. Stupid Gallagher Academy.

"Zarah! Hurry up and get down here! The driver is waiting!" Mom yelled. Here's the thing about living in the CIA HQ building: people think it's weird to call to someone down the hall without using comms or phones. But, that's just one of the perks of it too. Looking like more of a freak then you already do when you're the one who designed the Pentagon's current, and most successful, firewall. At age eleven.

I got in the limo, and Henry, the driver, drove me to my doom.