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Okay this takes place after LYKY they have not had the exchange, and Cammie does not know of Blackthorne. Oh and Macey caught up.
PS: I'm hate it when people beg for reviews, but I really REALLY need feedback from this…
Cammie's POV
Location- Secret passageway
I stood in my odd hiding place, blending into the dark shadow like only a true pavement artist can do.
"OMG, you won't believe what happened thus summer!" I heard one of my sisters, Tina, squeal.
Tina isn't my real sister. Neither is Bex or Lizzy or Macey. But to me, they are the closest things I have to sisters.
We go to a boarding school called Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. I can already tell you are thinking, "What snobs!" but you, and everyone else in the quaint little town if Roseville, Virginia, don't know the truth about Gallagher Academy.
We are a school for spies.
And the term 'Pavement Artist' means you can blend in with a crowd of people. It helps if you're not too tall or short, not to fat or skinny, and not too pretty or ugly. Basically that means I'm as plain as they come.
How that happened with such a beautiful mom, aunt, and heck, even a beautiful grandmother, I don't know.
Not that I'm complaining.
Okay maybe a little...
Cammie's pov
Location- Front lawn
"CAMMIE!" a British voice bellowed and I was being squeezed to death by the one and only, Bex Baxter.
"Bex- Can't... breathe... Squishing… Your... Best... Friend!" I wheezed and she let go.
She grinned evilly
"Sorry," she said not apologetic at all.
I raised an eyebrow and pulled her into a bone crushing hug.
"Cam... Killing...me." she managed to get out and I let her go.
"I should've expected that." she said when her face returned to its natural tan color.
I laughed.
"Yes, you should have. And you call yourself a spy!" I mocked and she tsked.
"Is that any way to treat someone who had inside information on a little pixie that rhymes with iz, Hmm?"
I pounced on her.
"What, what happened?" I yelled after I tackled her.
She chuckled. "
Seems like little Lizzy had a, how should I put it... Incident with a-" she was interrupted by a little southern voice screaming,
"REBBECCA BAXTER DON'T YOU DARE!"
I burst out laughing when a steaming Elizabeth Sutton came running. Wait, let me say that again. A very red Elizabeth Sutton came running.
"Liz! What happened?"
She blushed.
"I-I fell asleep reading a book by the lake as you can see, a-and a guy woke me up saying I was sunburned-"
"And she yelled 'STRANGER DANGER!' and ran away." Bex finished for her.
I burst into another fit of giggles.
Liz's POV
Um… Well- Hi! I am Elizabeth Jane Sutton, but I give you permission to - I mean, you can call me Liz.
I turned even redder as Cammie laughed.
Cammie is the fun-loving, adventurous, sort of Bad-Girl. She always defends her friends and is the only one who can beat Bex in sparring. She has a subtle beauty. As in, if you look really closely, she is just as gorgeous as Bex or Macey. Only good/observant spies can see her beauty. To civilians, she is just another face. Oh and her mom is headmistress, and her dad, is MIA. For all those with a really low IQ ( or whoever hasn't seen James Bond) , that means Missing-In-Action.
Bex, (Or Rebecca) Baxter is a Beautiful British Butt- kicker. She tends to hit everyone, even her parents, ("Oops, Habit I guess." Is what she would always say.)
I am the 'Brain' of this group, and Cammie insists that I am, and always will be, the smartest in the school. I am from the south, (A/N: like me!) and I am frequently described as 'Pixie-like' (A/N but I am nothing close to a pixie!)
"Will ya'll stop already?" I asked.
"And why should we?" asked a voice from behind me.
I whirled around to see the runway-ready Macey McHenry. Yes, those McHenrys.
I blushed again.
"It is embarrassing."
"Which is why we are laughing!" Cammie said, clutching her stomach.
Bex rolled her eyes and took off to the great hall, in search of food to quench her starvation of the 25 minute car ride.
We followed close behind, when Cammie's mom stopped us.
I gulped.
Being in trouble is not my forte.
"What have these two done this time?" Macey asked.
"HEY!" Cammie and Bex shouted at the same time.
Mrs. Morgan laughed.
"Nothing to my knowledge; But that doesn't mean they are completely innocent."
I snorted slightly. Cammie and Bex, innocent? Ha that's a weird thought.
"I just wanted to ask you of a favor."
The evil glint in her eye told me this was a bad idea.
Bex's POV
"Wait, so let me get this straight. You want us, as in the entire sophomore class, to sneak into Blackthorne institute for BOYS and surprise them AND SOLOMAN, and we get to stay for the entire semester?"
Ms. Morgan nodded.
"That about sums it up."
"Bloody Hell you better expect the answer to be yes!" I exclaimed, my accent heavy.
Ms. Morgan laughed and raised her eyebrows at the girls.
I silently pleaded them to say yes.
"Um- I-I don't know… I guess." Liz pondered.
"Sure, why not spend the entire semester surrounded by hot spy boys." Mace said, filing her nails, looking bored. But by the evil look in her eye, she was ready to kick some bloody spy boy's as-
"Well," Cammie interrupted my inner profanities. "I don't knowww…." Cammie said, messing with me.
"Come on Cam, we all know you are ready to kick some butt." Macey said.
She sighed, a really look, heavy sigh that only a very seasoned operative could know was fake.
"I guess I could-" she was cut off by my squealing.
No, I'm not boy crazy; boys are just crazy about me ;D
Well, a little bit of a cliffy, but don't worry I'll probably update if I get 10 reviews. I really hate it when authors beg for reviews, because it's like fishing for compliments, it's just I'm just kinda insecure about this, because I don't know if I'm a good writer or if people are just being nice, so feedback is welcome. Also I don't mind flames, it like helps me make my writing better. I'm a big girl, I can handle nasty comments, so if you really hated it, please tell me!
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~Little. Miss. Sarcastic-Tomboy~
PS: The name is my own creation okay? I wanted little. Miss. Sarcastic but that was taken so don't think I am not creative or anything, because I didn't know until I signed up that there was a littlemisssarcastic, so I improvised
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