School had started a week ago and the days were just too short to enjoy my eighth grade year at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.(A/N yes ik there is no eighth grade year in GG) Until the first exciting day of the year, and we all knew it would be long, right from the moment we all were woken up by the rarely used, Gallagher intercom system.

It was five in the morning and I was smiling, why? Only because Bex was, and when Bex was happy, you'd better be happy too, otherwise you are gonna get that pasta noodle she keeps under her pillow, jabbed right into you, wherever she pleases.

"This is a lovely hour, I'm so bloody happy!" Bex said a little too happy, in her overly extravagant, but all too natural British accent.

"Never, it's a livid hour," Macey said walking into the hallway, looking like she had never even fallen asleep, she always looked like a goddess, and always did her best to make all of us look like one too, but it never helped. "And only we are up. Why is only our room up? Cammie. Spill."

"I know nothing whatsoever," I said a little bit too innocent, "If I did know something so would you."

"Who dared to wake me up from the best dream ever?" Liz screamed at the top of her southern lungs. "I just won a Nobel Prize! Again!"

"Liz, it's the intercom system." I basically yelled back in a completely different accent, especially since it was in German.

We all got dressed and hurried down to the grand hall. Macey was right though it really was just us up, us and the all of the teachers.

"I swear I don't breach security this fast!" I almost yelled at the group of overly ecstatic looking teachers.

"None of you are in trouble, trust me, it would be worse than this if you were." My mom, and headmistress accomplished to say, while completely cracking up at some comment my too-hot-for-anyone-and-everyone teacher (Mr. Solomon a.k.a my late dad's best friend/partner in spy) had just said.

"Girls," Mr. Solomon said still smiling, "the four of you will be on a, what would you call it, mission? I guess. To a boy's school just like this one."

"Did you just say 'boys' Mr.S?" Bex now sounded so giddy, more than a person should be at this hour of the day.

"Why yes I did , yes I did" He responded in almost the same exact tone and accent.

"The four of you, with everything I, specifically, taught you will be spending the semester at Blackthorne Institute for Boys" Madame Dabney said, all to greatly emphasizing on her teaching us manners part, I mean as out C&A (Culture and Assimilation) teacher she did want us to remember all she taught us.

"Go pack you bags girls, your mission starts, … now" and at the sound of my mother saying that word we ran and talked so loudly the other girls would have woken up, except for the fact the doors were sound proof.

"This semester, the four of us surrounded by spy BOYS, is going to be amazing" Bex said probably thinking of the new challenges P&E will bring her, but I couldn't blame her, I mean seriously who wouldn't want to fight a strong, hot, muscular man, who's actually your age, before you enter the field. Like my dad always said 'All the experience you can get before then will help save yours or someone else's life in the long run' so really this experience was going to be, wait for it, …LIFE CHANGING.

I would have never thought that I would use those three subjects in the same topic, wow, just those thoughts were life changing, and mind blowing all on their own. Hahaha who am I kidding I'm gonna beat some boys butt the second I walk in that school, and if I don't it's probably because I'll be annoyed by their stupid charm and over absorbance in their own hotness, but let's all hope it doesn't come down to that. If it does I'll be the first one to throw a punch for some one flirting with me. Blackthorne Boys watch out because you have a whole new species of girls coming at you.

After Macey had managed to pack all of our bags, and a semester's worth of make-up, we were loading up into the van, and driving away just as every other normal Gallagher Girl was waking up. Like my mom always said though 'Kiddo, whatever you end up doing you will never be the normal one, even if what you're doing isn't normal'. Trust me right now I'm starting to believe that my parents are all too often right.

We pulled up to what was probably Blackthorne's cover, a juvenile detention facility. Hahaha this was going to be the best semester ever.

A List of Numbers by Cameron Ann Morgan:

Number of hours it took to get to Blackthorne: 3 hours 37 minutes 58 seconds

Number of times Bex, Liz, and myself smiled through the silent ride because of the thought of boys: 1,382 (Yes on just 3 hours 37 minutes and 58 seconds, the subject can make girls smile a lot.)

Number of times Macey smiled because of boys: 5

Number of times Macey asked if they had decent mirrors: 15

Number of times he responded (kindly): 1

Number of times he responded irritated: 8

Number of times she didn't care for the answer: 9

Number of times we all thought we might die right now: 3 (not including when Liz brought out her new Machine Gun and shot a hole in the side of the van)

This has been a list of numbers by Cammie Morgan.

As we pulled up it looked like no one was out there but it was understandable, because it was absolutely too wet for anyone to even take one step outside without slipping and breaking at least … three bones I would say. We all stepped out of the van, trying not to have one of those bones be directly connected with the spine or neck bone or even one of those, just as told us to climb out.

"Here we are ladies, your new home for the semester" Mr. Solomon said all too excitedly.

"What is this bloody place?" Bex asked almost so quiet no one heard her.

"Every place has their covers, I guess, ours just happens to be one of the more fortunate ones." I said at the same volume watching my mom stare at us, wondering if she was thinking what I think she's thinking, that putting us in prison for 3 months 2 weeks 4 days was going to be the best thing to see, and she was also probably thinking she needed to hack the security cameras. Wow mom. So genuinely caring of you.

We walked into looked like a Blackthorne version of the grand hall, a very prison looking cafeteria, just as the boys were finishing breakfast I guess. Mr. Solomon told us to wait outside, but me being the Chameleon we all voted I go in first. As I chameleoned my self in it was fun, because all these boys were talking about was how seeing my mom walk in was the best thing they had seen in months, (which I kindly Chameleon kicked this person, so payback is so much better as a Chameleon, especially when they blame someone else, and then start a fight). With this their headmaster, a scrawny little, middle-aged man, came to break it up. With this opportunity Mr. Solomon went to get the girls.

As I saw Mr. Solomon go back to grab the other three I hid myself behind a table, I recognized a face at this table, I've seen this face before, he was just sitting there. As the headmaster and my mother walked up to the podium in the front, Mr. Solomon frantically looked for me, scanning the entire cafeteria 15 times, before my girls took the podium and introduced themselves.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Sutton, Liz for short, really just call me Liz. I'm on the Research & Development line of work (R&D). I'm an eighth grader, and if anyone makes fun of my accent, I will personally kill you." Liz said all too genuinely.

"Hi, I'm Rebecca Baxter, call me Bex, otherwise you may wake up minus a limb or two, so you might want to call me Bex. I'm on the Cove Ops track, and I'm an eighth grader as well." As Bex said this every boy gawked at her, but was now sacred of her because of the limb threat.

"Hi, I'm Macey McHenry, just call me Macey. I'm an eighth grader, and I'm also on the Cove Ops track." She said this all to kindly, and no one heard her because they all had their mouths hinged at the fact of her gorgeousness.

"Well, I guess that's all the girls, just three." The headmaster Dr. Steve said questioning whether Mr. Solomon can count right.

"Oh no, there is one more I seem to not be able to find at the moment, so…" there was the most awkward silence in the room, as my friends and teachers all laughed, and everyone else looked around frantically for me. "Cameron. Ann. Morgan. Out. Now." He said so stern even after the good laugh I gave him.

As I stepped out from behind the table, with the all too familiar face, they were all still cracking up, even my mom, but all the boys and Dr. Steve looked shocked that they never even saw me. I could see though that they all now hated me, because obviously, they didn't have a Chameleon, so the were all in too much shock to listen as I said "Hi, as you already heard I'm Cammie. I'm on the Cove Ops track, and I'm a Chameleon, and pavement artist. Oh, and call me by my full name or any part of it, and I kill you, very slowly and painfully." And with those words I could see I made every boy in that room realize they were going to have new nightmares.

"Now anyone in Cove Ops stays here after the end of the meal." Mr. Solomon said making me realize where that all to familiar face was from, the picture of baby me, my dad and Mr. S, I had a copy, so did my dad and Mr. S, but now realizing there was another baby in that picture, he was born three months before me, to the day, and I've been told he was my best friend until he moved away when we were five. His name was Zachary Goode, and this was not a very Goode situation.

We all stood there as we all saw the look on Mr. Solomon's face when he realized what he had just done with me and Goode and I was the only one who knew why there was so much shock on his face. I looked down the line of Cove Ops kids to realize Zach didn't realize anything yet either, so it was just me and Mr. Solomon looking back and forth between each other and Zach. I would have run, but totally would have voided the empowerment I put in my introduction.

"Oh. My. God." Were the only words to come out of Mr. Solomon's mouth.

"You didn't plan this did you?" I asked to shocked to think of anything else to say. "You didn't know what, or shall I say who, you were bring me, and my friends, to?"

All he did was shake his head in amazement, and I just realized even my own mom didn't even know what was going on, and she had this confused look on her face that I have never seen on her. This was really a shock. I pulled out my wallet from one of my bags, showed my mom the all to familiar picture to both of us, and pointed right in Zach's direction.

With that my mother's mouth dropped, and she just stood there in shock. This was the first time I had seen my mother speechless since my dad died three years ago. With the speechlessness comes many questions, and Zach was the first one to ask a question.

"Mr. Solomon, are we gonna start or are you going to be shocked the entire time?" He said so snarky I think Mr. Solomon almost ripped his head off.

"But it's been so long. I thought, we all thought ….. dead" He said so low no one thought he was in his right mind.

"Girls and boys please introduce yourselves to each other, and be generous in the details and facts. Be careful though they may soon be used against you." My mom said panicked to give us something to do while she processed everything.

"Ms. Morgan, Mr. Goode, please follow me." So as he told us to do so we followed Mr. Solomon somewhere, nowhere, and anywhere all at the same time, with my mom tailing us of course, but Mr. Solomon made us walk so fast she soon gave up, and lost us.