I absolutely LOVE the Gallagher Girl series, I got the first three with a £10 book card and then my mum bought the last two online the other day :D OMJ it's my new favourite series, that and Blue Boods 3 Apparently Heist Society is really good? But yeah, I love Liz, Bex and Macey so I thought it would be cool to write something from their point of view, especially since all the fanfics I've read seem to stereotype Bex as a "bloody hell British jolly good oh spiffing me old fellow" girl . Which is really annoying..I live in the UK..I'm Scottish ^.^ P.S This happens after the COC stuff (:

LIZ

It's really hard, finding Cammie when she doesn't want to be found. Even Bex, the awesome tracker can't find her, when Cammie hides herself away. One of these days she'll probably lose herself in one of those secret tunnels she's always in.

At least this time it was easy. There was a 98.97% chance that she was close by. There were disturbed dust patterns along the corridor and a large cobweb was swinging above an elaborate wood carving. Bex stood in front of it, eyes scanning the wooden panel. She reached forward and pressed a small, hidden, wooden Gallagher crest until we heard a latch click inside. She pushed the panel forward, braced herself, and stepped inside, searching for spiders. We may be teenage super spies, but who says we can't be afraid of spiders?

We are teenage girls, after all. Super smart, brave, (in Bex's case) strong, (Yeah, again, in Bex's case) ready for anything, unless, you know, we're confronted with rats, snakes or.. spiders.

Anyway, it was the first day of our last term at our amazing all-girls spy school, The Gallagher Academy For Exceptional Young Women, and all around us were groups of girls getting out of limos, squealing and hugging each other and catching up on the their summer gossip - in a mixture of English, French, Japanese, Spanish, Farsi, Portuguese, and the rest of the 14 languages that we all know. Macey (McHenry, daughter of Senator McHenry and beauty product company owner, Cynthia McHenry) hadn't arrived yet and we already knew that Cammie, as the headmistresses daughter, had been back at school for a couple of weeks. We searched everywhere (systematically, in textbook formation of course) and Bex eventually suggested that we look in one of the only secret tunnels that hadn't been sealed off last year.

"Come on, Liz, I don't think there's anything in here!" Bex called. I followed her hesitantly. We carefully walked down the middle of the winding corridor until we came to a large window seat, where we found Cammie, sitting with her head on her arms, staring out of the window.

"Hey, Cammie!" Bex said, rushing towards our best friend. I followed her, trying not to get dust in my new sandals.

"Hey guys," Cammie said tiredly.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"Nothing much, Dr. Fibs just made me help him clear out his store cupboard, and I just.. needed some time alone to think, I guess." she replied, standing and facing us. "So, how were your summers? Liz, you're bright red!" she gasped, staring at my massive sunburn, made worse by the fact that my hair had bleached even lighter blonde over the holidays.

I blushed, probably resembling a tomato even more. A tomato grown under controlled conditions, perhaps with a high-intensity 1,000 watt growing light and specially treated greenhouse glass. Actually, maybe Dr. Fibs and I could make a prototype...

"My summer was great. We went to Egypt and stopped a massive drug cartel. It was awesome." Bex says, relishing the memory.

"We went to a national symposium on the benefits of solar power. It gave me some really good ideas to increase the power to

of my van." I said.

"Cool. I spent the time at my grandparent's ranch, being force-fed toffee and being told I'm too thin."

"Hey, I have to go hand in an extra-credit report to Professor Buckingham, save me a seat at dinner?" I asked, pulling a plastic A4 folder from my shoulder bag.

Bex laughed. "You and your extra-credit reports, Liz. Sure, see you there."

"I passed by the kitchen earlier, and the food smells amazing. I hope they have crème brulee..." Cammie said wistfully.

"Cammie, I swear you are totally obsessed with crème brulee." I said as I walked back down the secret tunnel. Seriously though, our chef is an ex-White House world class chef, and he makes the BEST crème brulee. I know this because I did a survey last year.

Thanks for reading the first chapter! :D