Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the actual book. Ally Carter does. And if she would lyk to use my idea, I wouldn't mind :P

A/N: This is after Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy

Cammie's POV

I hit the ground too hard. The world was fuzzing around me. "Gallagher Girl!" I heard a voice say. I felt so sick, so dizzy. I shakily stood up and walked a few steps before dropping down on my knees. "GALLAGHER GIRL!! CAMMIE!!"

"Zach," I whispered. My tongue felt so heavy and my eyes felt the same. So I closed them.

I opened my eyes to bright, white lights. I looked around. Was I in some sort of prison or something? The lights were so bright! Why were they so bright!?

"Hello, darling," a sweet voice said to me.

"H-Hello," I replied. "Where am I? Who am I?"

The lady sighed. She looked like a nurse. "Dr. Bradford was afraid of this. Temporary memory loss."

"Memory loss?" I asked. I chuckled. "Of course my memory's fine."

The nurse crossed her arms as if she didn't believe me. "What's your name."

"Ugh." I furrowed my brows but a big fat BLANK was shouting in my head. I winced at it. "Uhhh..."

"I'll spare you," the nurse said exasperatedly. "I'll go get Dr. Bradford. She stepped outside, about 2 feet away from my door and yelled, "Dr. Bradford! Dr. Bradford!" I heard steps shuffling. It took them exactly 73 seconds to land to where Ms. Nurse was.

"Yes, Ms. Goddard?" Dr. Bradford whispered. I could hear them perfectly fine, however. Was I some sort of superhuman. I also had a clock in my head, it seemed. I knew that it was exactly 3:15 PM. They continued their conversation in hushed whispers and 47 seconds later, Dr. Bradford was in front of me, smiling. His teeth were so white that they were almost blue.

"Dr. Bradford?" I said softly, like I didn't have a voice.

"Yes," he said. "It seems that you're going through some memory loss. What's today's date?"

"September fifteenth." I winced. The last time I remembered the time, hadn't it been May 22?

"Okay," he said. "When's your birthday?"

A big huge blank. "Ummm...uhhhh."

"See, sir? Memory loss."

"It seems to be a SPECIFIC type of memory loss. I think that'll it'll be temporary."

"What IS my name?" I asked him.

He had a folder in his hand and he opened it and glanced at it. His eyebrows rose. "Your name is Cameron Ann Morgan."

"Cameron Ann Morgan," I said, testing the name on my tongue. It didn't FEEL a certain way. But I liked it.

"Are you ready to go back to the Gallagher Academy?" he asked me.

Now, THERE was something I remembered. It hit me. Gallagher Academy was a school for bored heiresses with no where else to go. I was a bored heiress!?

"Um, the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women?" I whispered.

"That would be the one," he said, looking at me in a COMPLETELY different way... as if I were someone who was a snob.

"Oh. I guess so." I shrugged.

The nurse lady was the one who drove me back. I actually hadn't been that far. In exactly 1800 seconds, I was in front of the Academy. There were red lights on it glowing eerily and spinning around and around. I could hear a faint "CODEREDCODEREDCODERED". I was confused. Was that what they did when IMPOSTORS came? A big burly guy with a name tag that read Art came around and took my arm.

"Ms. Morgan, I see you survived the fall from the field," he said.

"I fell?" I asked him. "That was why I was in the hospital?"

"Oy vey," he said. "I'll take it from here, Ms. Goddard."

"Thank you," Nurse Lady said, smiling at him, all flirtatious-like. He did not seem to want to return the favor.

"Ms. Goddard," Art scoffed a while later. The lights were still blaring but there was no more CODEREDCODEREDCODERED. I walked inside and saw posters asking for people to vote for Samantha Smiths, Macey McHenry (wasn't her father the senator!?), and Rebecca Baxter. I saw a poster for a dance that was taking place in the Grand Hall, 7:00 sharp. I saw a poster for exchange with a school of boys for another semester (another!?).

"Well, here you are," Art said as soon as we got in front of the headmistress' office. I pushed open the door...

...And saw the prettiest women EVER. She was so beautiful. She was all curvy and red hair and illuminated.

"Cammie," she said, pulling me into a tight hug. Her smell was so soft and familiar and it brought back a little FLASH of memory. It surprised me.

It was me and her hugging closely as a helicopter pulled up. Her tears were falling on my cheeks or it seemed that way. I was to dry-eyed to cry. I realized that she was my mother.

"Mom." I choked on tears. "Mommy." I hadn't called her 'Mommy' since I was three years old but I felt the moment take. Everything NORMAL about my mother started to flash. I had memories of her, though none of them were here. Now I had one.

"You're the headmistress?" I asked. "Wow, the other kids must think that's SO unfair."

"Actually, Cameron," she said. "I try to keep things as fair as possible. You know probably much less than the other girls do."

"Well," I said sarcastically. "THAT'S real fair."

My mother smiled. "Cameron, it's fair to the larger percentage, which is approximately 99.9 percent. And that .1 is just...you. We have to keep the LARGER percentage happy."

"Why?" I scoffed. "It's not like they can kick your butts! Except for maybe Macey McHenry. I think it's awesome she's voting for class prez!! I'll totally vote for her."

"Cameron," she said. "Look up." I did. The lights were no longer on and everything in her office looked the same but it was no longer flashing red.

"Mom," I whispered. "Where am I?"

"Cameron, you're at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, which is doing an exchange with the Blackthorne Institute for Boys. Camer...Cammie, you're at spy school."