A/N: Hey guys. My current guilty pleasure right now is Gallagher Girls Fanfiction. So, I decided to write some of my own :)

For those who have read my Doctor Who Fanfiction Stories (An Awful Lot of Running and Do You Remember), I haven't given up, guys. I just haven't been inspired. I think I'm going to re-watch some Doctor Who to get me back into the Whovian groove.

I just want to take this time to dedicate this story to my bestfriend/ life-mate/ beta, BrunetteSidekick. She's freaking amazing, and I don't know what I would do without her!

But yeah. Without further ado!

First days of school are always difficult for anyone. Especially if you're forced to move from the only place you've ever known your Senior year of High School.
Yeah, I know. Mental, right?
Sure, I'm used to moving. My Mom was a Professor/Author, after all. Sabbaticals were a part of the job. When I was 10, we moved from Albany, New York to the busy 11th District of Paris, France.
Four years ago, we moved from France to San Francisco, California.
Now, my Mom decided to move back home to Roseville, Virginia.
I know what you're thinking. "Where the hell is Roseville, Virginia?"
And I can honestly say it's in the middle of nowhere.
I'm used to big cities. I'm used to be home-schooled (Well, with the exception of the past four years of my life when my Mom decided to thrust me back into school. But even then, Gallagher Academy was a private school. There are no private schools in Roseville, Virginia. So I'm being forced to go to public school.) I know you think I'm a complete stuck-up snob, but my case is accurate.
Teenage girls do not like change; it's just a fact of nature.

Mom came and picked me up from the airport (She had flown in a couple of days early, to move stuff and fill out the paper work while I stayed with my best friend Macey) and we drove from D.C..
Imagine my horror as I saw the sign that said "Welcome to Roseville, Population: 33,670."
Well, now it's 33,672 people. Yay, she says sarcastically.
My Mom squeezed my hand. "Don't worry, sweetie. Everything is going to work out fine. You'll love it here. I know I did."
Yeah, right. Then why were you so eager to move after you graduated?
I just have a half-smile, and turned on my iPhone. I had two missed calls, a voicemail, and a text, all from my best friend: Macey McHenry.
She's like my sister. Ever since Macey introduced herself to me back at the Gallagher Academy, when Eva Alvarez was trying to smuggle as much information about me as possible, and Macey told her off, saying it was none of her business to be in my business.
From that day on, we were irrespirable.
I listened to the voicemail she left me.
"God, Cam. It only been a couple of hours and I miss you like crazy. Who's going to make fun of Eva and Anna with me? You're probably on the plane right now, so when you get this, call me back. Love you, Mwah! Bye!"
Just from listening to that, I was going to start crying. I didn't want my Mom to see me cry, so I just stuck in my headphones, turned on some Guns and Roses, and stared out the window, taking in all of Roseville, Virginia, there was.
There wasn't much, so I ended up falling asleep.
Before I knew it, Mom tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, kiddo. We're here."
I opened my eyes, and I admit, I was sort of in awe.
Our new house was gorgeous. It was a huge two-story colonial style-home, painted white with navy blue shutters.
"Nice, huh?" Mom asked, getting out of the car.
"It's sure different from San Francisco."
She laughed, and pulled out my Suitcase from the back of the car. She showed me around the house, and when we finally got to my room, a smile creeped across her face.
"You ready?" She asked. I nodded, I was honestly curious to see my new bedroom.
She opened the door, and my jaw dropped. It was beautiful.
The area of the room was probably the same as our living room back in California, and with two French doors leading out onto my balcony. All of my furniture was put in just the right spot; there were only a couple of boxes that I needed to unpack. My three guitars and my base were all in their hanging stands on the right side of the room, the piano directly below them. What made it even better, was that I had my own bathroom (complete with a Jet-Tub).
"Do you love it?" Mom stood in my doorway, watching me take in everything.
"Of course. You've really out done yourself."
She smirked. "Not just yet."
She reached into the pocket of her sweat pants, and pulled out a set of keys.
Not just any set of keys. A set of car keys.
"No way." I said, looking at her in disbelief.
"Go look in the garage." She tossed me the keys, and I took off.
Sure enough, sitting in our garage, was a Jet-Black 1967 Chevy Impala.
"No way!" I said in disbelief. Mom had followed me in; I turned around to face here. "Where did you get it?"
She just shrugged. "I know a guy who specializes in Classics. She's all yours. I figured you could use a little pick-me-up present, since I'm moving you all the way across the country from all your friends."
"Thank you! Thank you! You're the best Mom ever!" I told her, throwing my arms around her.
Maybe Roseville, Virginia won't be that bad, after all.
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Since we moved on a Friday, I still had two days till school started. That's a total of forty-eight hours to relax until I had to start Roseville High. Saturday morning, I finished unpacking my clothes, hanging up my posters, and putting my little trinkets around my room. After that, I decided to do what I do every Saturday, so I pulled down my old, rugged six-string, and started to play. I got a full hour of practicing in before I was so rudely interrupted by my Mother, who suggested I go out and do something today.
"Kiddo, don't waste all your time strumming on your guitar. Go explore the town. Make new friends. "
I glanced up at her, and gave her a 'Um, Excuse me?' look.
"Mom, there isn't anything to do here. We're in the middle of nowhere."
Mom rolled her eyes. "There's got to be something for you to do around here."
Finally, I gave in. I told her I would go look for a Wal-Mart to go grocery shopping for us.

~HEHEHEHE~
Twenty minutes later, I had changed into an old Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, my jean jacket, a pair of jeans shorts, some flip-flops, and I was trudging my way through Wal-Mart, trying to find everything my Mom had told me to get.
I had found almost everything on the list, but still a few things were yet to be crossed off.
I walked around the store, when I finally found the candy section. I desperately needed some Redvines, and my search has been pretty fruitless. Maybe they had some here.
I found them, but of course, they were on the top self, and me, being my 5'4 self, was not able to grasp my favorite candy. I reached up for to delicious red sweets, not anywhere near tall enough to grab them. A well- muscled, tan arm handed them to me. "Here you go."
I turned around, and saw one of the most attractive boys I had ever seen was standing behind me. He had long, floppy brown hair, tan skin, statue like features, and the most gorgeous set of green eyes.
"I'm Zach." He said, smirking down at me. He was almost an entire head taller than I was.
All I was able to mutter was "Hi, Zach."
"Way to go, Cam." I thought to myself.
"Are you new here? I haven't seen you around the High School."
I shook my head, and threw my Redvines into my buggy. "Yep. I just moved here yesterday."
"Where'd you move from?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Why should I tell you? For all I know, you could be some sort of psycho-stalker."
Zach gave me a quizzical look. "Hm. Fair enough."
"What's Roseville like?" I asked, curious to see what the locals had to say.
"How do I know you're not some sort of spy for a different country, plotting to take over the U.S. government?" He was mocking me, wasn't he?
Two could play at that game. I copied his questioning glance, and put on a fake Russian accent. "Fair enough. "
His annoying (yet surprisingly cute) grew larger. Then, he made a face. "Red Hot Chili Peppers? Really?" He asked, pointing to my shirt.
I scoffed. "Got a problem with them?"
"Yeah, they suck."
I laughed. "I'm not such a big fan, either. This isn't my shirt. It's my boyfriend's." I sighed. Josh and I had been going strong for two years, and when he found out I was moving, he almost immediately broke it off.
Was it just my imagination, or did a look of disappointment flash across his face? "You have a boyfriend?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Nah, he and I broke it off before I moved. "
"So this means you're single?"
Ha. I couldn't believe it. This guy didn't even know my name, and he was already hitting on me.
"Yes, but it doesn't mean I'm going to go out with someone I just met. I like it when the guy actually knows my name before taking me out."
"What's your name, then?"
It was my turn to smirk. "I'm not telling you. You're a psycho-stalker, remember? I don't trust psycho stalkers with my name."
He rolled his eyes as I started pushing my buggy out of the candy section. He followed me, and said "Will I be seeing you around, Spy Girl?"
I glanced back at him to say "If you can catch me."

~~
"Cammie, Kiddo? Is that you?" My Mom called out from her office as I came inside with the groceries.
"Yeah, Mom! I'm home!"
"Good! The new neighbors invited us over for dinner tonight! Isn't that nice?"
I grunted. I am most defiantly not a people person. Honestly, I hated almost everyone. "Just swell, Mom. What time are we leaving?"
"I told them we'd be there at 5:00, so in about two hours."
I grinned, rain upstairs, and started to strum again.

~~
In two hours, I had taken a shower, I was in an old Deff Leppard t-shirt, with my black leather jacket, some boots, and my bright red skinny jeans. Mom, of course, looked very studious, in her dark wash jeans and bright pink blazer.
I rung the door bell, and a pair of familiar green eyes answered the door bell.
"Hey, Spy Girl!"

A/N: Not my best, but the next few chapters will be better, I promise :)

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Thanks for reading :)