The Chameleon Chapter 1
Hello everyone, Silver GG here. I had this idea for this story, so I wrote it. I actually already wrote Chapter 4, but it depends if I get reviews for me to post them. Anyway, I know I hate reading these author notes, so here you go.
–Silver Gallagher Girl
My name is Cameron Ann Morgan, and I am a teenage spy.
All teenage spy's are supposed to be going to the Gallagher Academy for girl spy's, or the Blackthorne Academy for Boys, but I was trained since I was 3, by my Godfather Joe Solomon, my Aunt Abbie, and my mom, Rachel Morgan.
They are all family, and all members of the C.I.A.
I have been left alone at home, even at age 8, and have faced robbers who expect a weak little girl. Boy were they wrong.
I'm sort of a spy legacy, but you need level 4 clearance to know my code name, and level 7 clearance to know my real name (but if I become good friends with someone, or hate them, but know they can be trusted, I might tell you my name).
"Darling! Come down Cammie, we have something to tell you!" my mom called up the stairs. "We" would be my Aunt Abby and soon to be Uncle Joe.
I slipped down the stairs unnoticed, they were deep in conversation, and didn't notice me for 2 minutes. My mom looked up and finally saw me.
I nodded, telling her with my sign language that they were slipping.
She sighed and and stopped Abby and Joe, who were having a heavy debate about the uses of lemon juice (Aunt Abby was pro, and stated that it could be used to make Chlorophom, but Uncle Joe hates the taste).
"Cammie, the director of the C.I.A has asked that you go to the Gallagher Academy while they are having an exchange, because they need you to be the Cove Ops teacher." she said, looking at Joe. Joe started saying: "Because..." but I cut him off saying: "You and Aunt Abby are eloping to Honelulu, and won't come back for a semester because you have a mission right after your short wedding." I finished for him, not skipping a beat.
Mr. Solomon didn't even flinch, he just smiled and kissed Abby's cheek.
"Are we done here? Because I need to go pack." I said, not waiting for the answer. My mom nodded, and I left.
I had already known that I was going, so I am packed. I sat down in front of the computer and continued reading the personal files of the Blackthorne Boys going to Gallagher.
"Darling, it's time to go!" mom shouted, I picked up my IPhone and took my disguise. I grabbed my fake passport on the way out.
The driver of the car's mouth dropped open, my outfit was to die for.
I had a strapless, turquoise, shimmery top, black skinny jeans, and turqouose stilettos, my hair was let down in waves, and I had black earrings. I put on some silver eyeshadow, and finished off the look with a silver bag. The Gallagher Academy won't know what hit it. Literally.
Please R&R, and if I Get 8 reviews, I might put up the next chapy in a day.