Disclaimer: I don't own Gallagher Girls, the characters, or anything else, other than the plot.

I plopped down on my bed, so tired from everything we went through today - and we haven't even had dinner yet! Not to mention classes.

For Bex, Liz, Macey, and I, this was our first day here at Gallagher Academy. When we got here, we were awestruck.

*Flashback*

"Oh."

"My."

"God."

That was Me, Liz, and Bex's response to seeing the Gallagher Academy. And that was just from looking at the outside. Of course Macey wasn't surprised; she's probably seen places fancier than this.

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After we got our tour from my Mom, who I was now supposed to call 'Ms. Morgan' around any students, we were showed to our room. Well, not showed as much as handed our keys and left to find it.

*End Flashback*

After we found our room, which had our bags in there already, we unpacked and started making it look less…well, plain.

The walls were painted a light lilac. On the wall with the door, there were boxes cut out of the wall, to use as a storage space. So, we stuck a lamp in one, and decided to leave the other four empty for now. At least until we were all unpacked.

Oh, remember the 'surprise' that my mom had told me about? Well, the surprise was that Bex, Liz, Macey and I all shared a room and that room just happened to be one of the three octagon-shaped rooms on the top of the mansion! Yes, mansion!

So, we unpacked, claimed our beds, and then watched Degrassi on the flat screen in our room.

So now, in twenty minutes, we were supposed to go down into the Dining Hall with all the other girls and listen to my mom's first day back speech.

"Well, let's start getting ready for dinner," Macey suggested, rolling off her brand new comforter and started rummaging through the closet. She pulled out four of the new tops we got from our school shopping trip (you remember, the one where they KIDNAPPED me?) and threw one to each of us.

Mine was a halter with blue on the top, then pink, a lighter blue, black, and white diagonal stripes from the center. Liz's was a basic white strapless shirt with two layers of blue, yellow, white, and darker blue flowers at the very bottom. Bex's was a pink halter with crazy designs all over it in white and black and, of course, pink with a black band on the bottom. And Macey's was a strapless blue halter. The top was dark blue and had a little bit of frill, then there were the same shade of blue and light blue flowers with a white background, and then the bottom had a dark blue band. There was also a little part that you tie right above her waist.

My bottoms were a medium wash denim mini, Liz's wore a light wash denim mini, Bex's was basic black leggings that went to her ankle, since the shirt was long, and Macey's wore a light wash denim mini.

We also did our make up, which was pretty light, and our hair. I don't know why we were getting all dressed up. We looked like we were going out with the guys. But Macey replied, "First impressions, Cammie, first impressions."

We walked down to the Dining Hall and sat down at the second bench from the front. In front of us were expensive-looking glass plates, glasses and silverware. There were deep red cloth napkins.

We were facing the stage part, so we were one of the first ones to see my mother walk onstage and to the podium. What was strange, though, was once she took one step in the room, all the girls seemed to hear it and turn around. Weird.

"Hello girls, and welcome to Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. I am your new headmaster, Ms. Morgan," she began. The girls and staff, who were sitting at a long table on the stage, began to applaud. My mom smiled and began again.

"Now, for a few announcements. First, classes will start on Monday morning at 8:05. Second of all, we have a new Covert Operations teacher, Mr. Joe Solomon. Third, have a good year!" she said, and walked to her seat in the middle of the staff table. She got more applause, and then some girls began to walk up to where the food was being served.

Bex, Macey, Liz and I walked up next and began looking at what there was to eat. We had steak and French fries, and got a glass of milk to drink. And wow, it was good!

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We were all sitting on our beds, full and sleepy from eating so much at dinner, when we heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" yelled Bex.

Madame Dubney popped her head into our room.

"Hello girls, Ms. Morgan would like to see you in her office right away. Don't worry, you're not in trouble," she said, and walked out of our room, closing the door behind her.

I sighed, got up, and went over to Bex and pulled her up, too. Liz did the same thing with Macey. Then we walked down the hallway and knocked on my mother's door, which had a plaque that said, 'Headmistress Morgan' on it.

"Come in," my mother called.

We walked in and each sat down on one of the four chairs in front of her desk.

"Girls, there is something we need to talk about. It is very important, so you need to listen carefully. Now, this isn't just a regular school. This school is for special girls; girls that excel beyond their classmates. Girls that…want to become spies," she began.

"WHAT?!" we all yelled.

"Shhh! Calm down, I know this is news to you, but you need to listen carefully. The girls here have been training since 7th grade and the classes aren't like a regular school, either. You don't have math, or reading, or anything like that. Instead, you have Covert Operations, Culture and Assimilation, and other classes like that. Instead of gym class, you will be taking a class that involves learning new skills for fighting off an attacker. I feel bad for not telling you guys earlier, but I've been so busy and I couldn't tell you before you got here," said my mother.

"I can't believe you wouldn't tell us! Classes start in a week! A freakin' week!" I cried.

"Cameron Ann Morgan you cannot talk to your mother like that!" she replied.

"I don't care! First you make me leave all my friends behind just to go to some snotty prep school, then half my friends can come, but you're saying you lead us here, to a school filled with junior spies and we're supposed to train to become spies!" I yelled.

"I know, Cammie, but this was coming, anyway. You're supposed to become a spy. So are your friends. Liz, you are one of the smartest girls your age. Rebecca, you can become on of the best spies. And Macey, you are from a long line of Gallagher blood. It skipped your parents, but it is in you, and I know it. And Cammie…well, you were sort of born into it," she explained.

"Born into it? What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, calming down a little.

"Well, Cammie, your father and I were spies. Well, actually, I still am one," she said.

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