Okay, I was reading this story and I really like where the author went with it. I want to do one in my own opinion. So basically, it is book 5 in Zach's point of view.
I don't own Out of Sight Out of Time, if I did, I would have read it way earlier than I did.
Cammie was the last person I had. She was the only thing that kept me going. She was the last thing I loved. I'll admit it, I loved Cammie Morgan.
But now she's gone.
We all now she should have been back by now. The start of the school years already happened. Her summer deadline is passed. That means she's now MIA, even if her mission wasn't approved. I don't know what to believe anymore, but I know I don't want to believe she's dead. But I have to, that way when it's confirmed I can take it. But I don't think I can ever take that.
I lived through my dad being gone, it's not like I really knew him anyway. I lived through my mom being evil, but that was all because of Cammie (not her being evil, being able to live with her being evil). But Cammie being gone, it's like part of me is gone. I didn't even get to tell her how I felt before she left. I should have known she would leave, I should have known. I should have known where she would go. I should have known she was going to leave. I should have known a lot of things.
Sure I know what the square root of 21,160,000 (4600 in case you were wondering).
I know where Micronesia is.
I could take down some one four times my size.
But that's all useless if Cammie isn't here.
I'm useless if Cammie isn't here. I need Cammie to be here.
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"Zach," anyone walking into the barn at two in the morning would have surprised me, but the fact that it was Bex and Ms. Morgan shocked me more.
Let's just say that I haven't been in a great mood since school's started. I haven't really talked to anyone. I mean, I've said some things to Bex, but since we came back from looking from her, I haven't really said anything more than hi.
"We need to talk," Bex said. I looked to Ms. Morgan and she nodded. I reluctantly followed them to Ms. Morgan's office.
I leaned against the door after I shut it. I didn't want to talk, not about anything. Not about the weather, school, nothing. Especially not –
"It's Cammie," she said quietly. I let myself slip down the wall and onto the ground. I didn't dare move my eyes from the floor as she continued; afraid that I might break in front of them. "She's . . ." Ms. Morgan seemed unable to continue so I figured it was bad news.
Bex looked excited though; happy, relieved, care-free even. It made my head hurt to think about what the news might be.
"SHE'S OKAY!" Bex screamed when Ms. Morgan didn't finish. She's okay, my Gallagher Girl's okay.
"She's at a convent in the Alps." Ms. Morgan said, but I wasn't really listening anymore. Gallagher Girl's okay. She's alive, she's somewhere, and she's safe. I stood up fast and shocked Ms. Morgan and Bex. She's not getting away this time.
"Don't worry Zach," Ms. Morgan smiled the first in what seemed to be in years. (Well, it was only months since Cammie left, but you know what I mean.) "She's not going anywhere."
I walked in a daze back to my room; my Gallagher Girl is okay, she's okay, she's safe and she's coming back.
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I liked to say the next morning I was happy. I mean, Gallagher Girl would be back today, but I wasn't happy. I know, I'm weird; Gallagher Girl runs away, I go crazy run away and try to find her, then I go with Bex to find her, then I'm in a horrible mood because she wasn't back for her deadline, then I hear she's coming back, then I'm not happy.
But, what am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do?
Macey and Liz are going to act like everything is normal, Bex is planning anything until she sees her, but I don't know what I'm going to do.
Things were going to be different, if I like it or not. But how it will be different, I can't tell you. I wish I told her before she left because, now isn't a great time. She might think I'm lying or something, or just trying to make her stay again.
Ms. Morgan said I didn't have to go to classes but, I couldn't just sit around and wait. So, I decided to go to some; I was planning on going to CoveOps and P&E, but fate I guess had its own plans.
Cammie arrived before CoveOps and everyone went down to meet her at the door, except me. I know, I know, not a great way to start but I wanted to see her for the first time without people watching. So, instead of going down stairs, I roamed the halls thinking.
It had been thirty-seven minutes and twenty-six seconds since I heard the girls stop talking; that means it had been thirty-seven minutes and twenty-six seconds since Cammie was back and I still wasn't ready to talk to her yet, not that I would be able to alone right now. But like I said, I think fate was having some fun with me and her.
I was about 5 feet from turning a corner in the hallway when I stopped dead in my tracks. I don't know why; it was like I couldn't move.
All of a sudden Cammie turned the corner and was standing in front of me. I wanted to scream at fate and tell it I wasn't ready. I took a deep breath and ran my finger down her arm; I needed to make sure this was real, that it wasn't a dream. She closed her eyes when I touched her, but I kept moving my hand up and down not moving besides that.
"Zach," she started, easing closer. "What are you doing here? Are you . . .? Is it . . . ?" She asked, but they both knew those questions didn't matter. "You're here!"
I couldn't help but be cocky; I wanted so badly for things to go back to the way they were, but I knew some things had to be different. "Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you."
"What are you doing here?" she asked; boy, she sure wasn't putting two and two together.
"I sort of . . . go . . . here now." I said; I really hoped she wasn't mad or anything.
"You do?" she asked but as soon as she said the words she nodded and I could tell she finally understood. I chose to work against my mom , meaning that the same people that wanted her, wanted me.
"Cammie," Dr. Wolf said from behind Cammie. I knew she had to get tests and things but I really didn't want her to leave. "I'm Dr. Wolf. We're ready for you."
I played with the ends of her hair; it was so different now.
"How . . . are you?" she asked, but I didn't want to tell her the truth. I'm was horrible without you. I couldn't sleep, I hardly eat enough, I went crazy, and now that you're here, you still feel gone. Instead of saying that thought I went with,
"It's different," I stared at her new hair, and pretended not to hear her question. "It's different now." So different.