Unseen Future

Chapter 1

Cameron Morgan POV *flash back*

I woke up in my bed at my grandparent's ranch in Nebraska. I could already hear my twin brother Grant outside throwing a football back and forth with my dad.

Grant was popular at our middle school while I was the quiet shy one who trailed after him. Grant, as I said before is my twin. He has brown eyes (like me) and sandy colored brown hair, unlike me. My hair is a dull light brown. My dad says that it's the same beautiful hair my mom had.

Mom.

I never got to meet her. Well, I guess I knew her when I was two, but that doesn't count, does it? My dad doesn't like to talk about her much either. All I know is that she died in a plane crash coming back from a business meeting.

I threw off the covers and smelled the scents of breakfast as Grandma Morgan slaved over the stove.

"Cammie dear? Can you set the table?" she asked me and I nodded. After I set the table I ran outside to get hit in the face by a football.

"Oh my god, Cams, you okay?" I heard Grant running over to me.

"No Grant, I love getting hit in the face by flying pig skin," I said while rubbing my nose. My dad chuckled and came over.

"Here, let me take a look," he said bending down and grimaced. "Uh, Grant go get the first aid."

"Why what's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, just a bruise-"

"You're nose is DEMENTED Cams! I'm so sorry!" Grant yelled running into the house.

"WHAT! Let me see? I've got school tomorrow and-"

"It's okay Cammie, let's go inside and ice it," he said and picked me up in his arms and walked into the house and laid me on the couch in the living room as Grant ran down the stairs.

"I… found…. It!" he gasped for air. My dad took out the ice pack and practically smashed it onto my nose.

"Ow!" I yelped and grabbed the ice pack from him.

"Sorry, kiddo. If it still feels bad in three hours we'll have to go to the hospital," he told me and went to go help Grandma with breakfast.

"Hey, uh Cam?" Grant asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you hate me now?" he asked sheepishly and I laughed.

"Why would I hate you? Just because you throw sissy passes doesn't mean I should hate you. You're still my Granty," I laughed when he made a face at his nickname that he can't stand.

"Hey! I don't throw sissy passes! I did go to football camp this summer, and since we're going to be in 7th grade I can join the middle school team," he gloated.

"Oh, great, school tomorrow. Thanks for reminding me," I rolled my eyes.

"Speaking of that, some of the guys are coming over. We're going to go to the school and T.P the buildings for school tomorrow," he said. It's a tradition at the middle school that you T.P the entire school the night before the first day; something about scaring the incoming 6th graders.

"Cool. I'll join," I said and he nodded. I was known as a tomboy at school because I always hung out with Grant and his friends who were mostly guys. Plus, I'm, well, fashionably inept. He was explaining the plan to me when Grandpa Morgan came into the living room to tell us breakfast was ready.

I scarfed down Grandma Morgan's special homemade waffles and waited for Grant to finish. The phone started to ring and my dad picked it up.

"Yes…. Okay… yes, I'll be right in," he hung up and looked at the four of us at the table. "I'm sorry kids, but my boss is sending me on a trip and I have to leave today," he said guiltily.

"But my football tryouts are tomorrow!" Grant complained and dad patted his back.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it to your first game though, promise," he said and left the dining room to go pack.

I sighed in my chair and looked at Grant. He nodded and we told our grandparents we were going to ride the horses.

We didn't talk on our way to the barn. Here wasn't the place. I walked over to the stables to the two black horses, one with a white mane and the other with a brown mane.

"I'll take Storm, you take Thunder," I told him and mounted on the horse with the white mane. Grant mounted and we trotted out of the barn and we started to gallop our way across the acres of land our grandparents owned.

We stopped along the path and tied the horses to a wooden fence and walked through the trees. We stopped at our favorite place: the Swamp.

The Swamp had a tiny lake with vegetation growing around it. There was a low hanging tree branch that hung over the lake that was sturdy enough for a sumo wrestler to sit on. We both climbed onto the tree and sat on the branch, looking out over the lake. The best part about this place was that we were the only ones who knew about it.

"How long do you think he'll be gone this time?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

"Don't know. Last time he was gone for two months. I don't know anymore Cams."

We sat in peaceful silence until Grant grinned.

"What?" I asked and he ran a hand through his hair.

"So, about tonight. Sam got us some walkie-talkies. The security guard, the guy with the eye patch, is patrolling the school tonight. Were gonna have to do this the hard way," he told me and I just smiled my 'evil grin' as Grant calls it.

"I've got a plan."

After saying bye to our dad, Sam, Freddy, Derek, John, Trevor, and Vince arrived and we walked into the barn so I could tell them my plan. We had 3 dozen rolls of toilet paper and 8 one-way walkie-talkies. Once they all understood what we were going to do, we pulled the bags of toilet paper and set out for the school.

We were all wearing black so we could blend in. I had my favorite black sweat pants and my Black Stallions T-shirt on from basketball camp. My hair was pulled up into a pony-tail and soon we arrived at the school. There was the Main office, the two North Buildings, and the two South Buildings.

We hid behind some bushes in front of the main office as we saw eye patch guy (who I will refer to as patchy from now on) lock the door. He had thinning blond hair and his right eye was a light hazel. He walked with a slight limp and his key hung from his belt and jingled back and forth as he walked.

I signaled to the guys and we split up into pairs: Sam with Derek, Trevor with John, Vince with Freddy, and me with Grant.

"I think we should have code-names," Grant said through the walkie-talkie.

"Okay, Princess can be your own special name, Grant," I smirked at him and he gave me a glare.

"Okay, Chameleon can be yours, Cam," I just stared at him.

"What, I was thinking about my old chameleon that died four days after I got him."

"So you're comparing me to a dead reptile?"

"Well, I guess you have a knack for blending in too, Cammie," I heard Trevor say into the walkie-talkie. "I can barely see you from here!" he said from his spot 15 yards away in a bush as Patchy passed by him.

I shrugged and gave the code for the two teams (Sam/Derek and Vince/Freddy) on the North buildings to start . Once they were done, they confirmed that Patchy was no where near so we started on the Main Office.

Grant and I were almost done when we heard footsteps coming around the corner so we jumped back into the bushes. There was a moment of silence, that I must say, was very unnerving. Grant gave me an assuring smile until someone grabbed me around the waist from behind and dragged me out of the bush.

"CAMMIE!" Grant yelled as I tried to struggle my way out of the person's grip. I opened my eyes to see Grant being knocked out and dragged into a van. The person's grip on me tightened and I looked up to see Patchy. He dragged me to a limo that was waiting on the curb in the school parking lot. Patchy shoved me in the back and closed the door and locked all of the other exits. He came over to me with a rag and put it over my mouth.

"Grant..." I whispered and the last thing I saw was the side of the van and the letters in bold said: BLACKTHORNE.

I woke up with my head pounding. I groaned and soon took in my surroundings. There was Patchy, sitting across from me in the limo, smiling.

"Who are you?" I asked, surprised as my voice came out raspier than I thought it would.

He smiled and shook his head. "I guess it's time for introductions," he muttered and pulled off his eyepatch. I saw him take out two green contacts to reveal dark blue eyes. He ripped off the blond wig to reveal his messy black hair. He took off his security jacket to a white muscle shirt.

"I... am Joe Solomon. Your dad's best friend and your Godfather." He folded his arms across his chest. I guess my mouth was hanging open and my eyes were bugging out because he laughed. A real laugh.

"What?" I managed to say. "If you were best friends, then how come I've never seen you before? Some Godfather you are!" I spat.

"Cameron, you will not talk to me like that. And i know how you feel. But before we talk about me, I have some things I need to tell you."

"Like why you kidnapped me? Or where it is you're taking me? Because I would really love to know."

"Yes, but first you need to understand. You see, your parents are CIA Operatives, Cameron. Some might refer to them as 'Spies'-"

"My parents? Mr. Solomon, my mom is dead. I've never met her in my life. So how do I know if you're telling the truth?" i asked.

"But your mom isn't dead, Cammie. She was captured years ago by an organization. She has had contact with your dad but she couldn't come in contact with you or your brother," he said.

"Why? That makes no sense!" I felt tears tugging at my eyes. "Why would she ignore us like that for years?" I yelled at him and he didn't even flinch.

"That's all classified, Cammie. Believe me she wished she could see you and Grant. She just didn't want to put you in danger. The life of a spy is never easy," he said sternly and I looked up at him.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice cracking randomly.

"Where you can be safe. You will be attending Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Woman for the next six years. You have shown skills of an operative, Cameron. I have been observing you all these years. You are a lot like your dad, " he laughed breathlessly.

"What about my dad? My grandparents? Grant? My Home?" Tears were now streaming down my cheeks.

"Your grandparents have been notified. As for Grant... he is safe. Your dad..." he paused and ran a hand through his hair. "Your dad was sent on a last minute mission this morning. He was supposed to call in hours ago once he reached his destination but he hasn't. If he doesn't call-in in two weeks, he would be considered MIA. But your dad is good at what he does. He should be fine," he said looking out the window.

I suddenly felt very cold in the limo with Solomon. I wanted to hide. I wanted Grant to be here to tell me this was all a lie. That mom was dead even though we wish we could've met her. That dad was just at a business meeting. That I wasn't on my way to a spy school.

I woke up again to the sound of the door opening and closing and a rush of cold hair hit my face and (now very swollen) nose wrinkled at the scent of fresh air. I got up groggily and stepped out as I stared in awe at the giant mansion in front of me.

Solomon dropped my luggage in front of me.

"Do I even want to know how you got all of my stuff in that one luggage?" I asked and he grinned.

"No, it would be best if you didn't," he gave me a wink and walked with me up to the front door. We stepped inside and i stared in amazement at the beautifully decorated foyer. It felt like a palace from the Disney movies, and it would be my home for the next six years.

I soon met my two roommates, Rebecca (Bex) Baxter and Elizabeth (Liz) Sutton. I soon learned that Bex was the first girl to attend Gallagher that wasn't from America. Her British accent thick. She had long black hair and a great tan that made me feel pasty when I stood next to her. I found out that she knew all her life about her parents working for the MI6. Which would probably be why she was already so strong that she could kill someone with a hair dryer 87 different ways (which she taught me later on). Liz was a tech geek. She was probably smarter than Einstein already. She had strawberry blond hair and was the shortest out of the three of us. She could be a life sized Geek Squad Barbie. I also learned early on that she was the klutziest person I've ever met.

"Oopsie-Daisies!" she said as she tripped over her own foot while walking to the Grand Hall. Madame Dabney gave us all a tour and once we were seated for the Welcome dinner, she waited for silence.

"Since the Headmistress cannot make it tonight, I would like to welcome you all back from your vacations, and some of you I would like to greet you for the first time into the Gallagher Academy!" she said and the Hall erupted in cheers. We pledged the Gallagher Oath and were soon done with dinner.

We headed back to our suite and I promised myself that I would look around for passageways since it was a really old building and I've been known for finding the passageways in the different houses my dad would rent. We all got into our and talked for a bit until I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of the door to our suite creaking open. I immediately sat up in bed to meet a pair of brown eyes and arms rap around me.

"Ex-Excuse me?" I asked and the woman pulled away but still held my shoulders.

"Oh, Cameron you're so grown up!" she said and I swear I saw tears.

"Uh, who are you?" I asked and felt her flinch as she held me close.

"I am Rachel Morgan, Headmistress of Gallagher Academy... and you are my daughter."

It took a few weeks to get used to having my mother around. At first I was mad at her because I thought she ignored us for years. She explained as much as Solomon did (which wasn't very much because of information being classified) and said she was forced to stay away or else. I asked her 'or else what?' but I got the same cryptic answers. Soon I gave up and forgave her. We became close and I was getting used to the obscure classes like P&E and Cultures of the World or learning 14 languages fluently.

My codename, Chameleon stuck with me. It always reminded me of Grant though. I wondered what he was doing. If he was back in Nebraska with Grandma and Grandpa Morgan. I asked my mom and she said, "Classified."

Bex, Liz and I were now like sisters along with the other 7th graders (well maybe except Tina Walters...). But, my world came crashing down when my mom called me to her office when Madame Dabney was teaching us how to use our napkins lethally.

"Mom what's wrong?" I asked as I saw her leaning against the window in her office.

"Your dad has gone MIA."

*Flash back over*

I thought about those days in 7th grade a lot. I was now in my sophomore year, the last semester of it, anyway. I had dated a civilian named Josh Abrahams the semester before and was soon found out during Cove Ops final. With my Godfather watching my every move. Another big thing was that we got a new roommate: Macey Mchenry. She had long black hair with perfect skin and perfect makeup. She made the rest of the girls jealous. She acted like a snob at first but that was only an act she put up when everyone thought of her as the Senator's daughter and not an actual person.

Life was somewhat normal after the Josh incident, I thought. The four of us were in our suite when there was a knock at our door. When we opened it there was a note: Pack all of your stuff that you will need for the next 5 months. Meet me outside on the helicopter pad at 7PM. -Solomon.

A.N sorry if that was really long. But that's my first chapter ever on here! And sorry if there were a bunch of mistakes! I would really like reviews! And thank you for reading this even though it was definitely not my best . ~Akira