Chapter 1 hiding
Disclaimer: ally carter owns everything I only own the plot.
Summary: Cammie Morgan lives on the streets and has been living on the streets for 6 years ever since she ran away from home at the age of 10. She hasn't been living the life of a spy but knows all of the tricks. An ancient terrorist group is out to get her as well as the CIA trying to finding her. So far she has not been found. But what happens when her cover gets blown at a shopping mall. Will Cammie be able to stay hidden or will she be found?
Cammie pov
I was at the mall with one of my best friends. I have known her since I had run away from home.
Let me explain. I am Cameron Morgan now aged 16. I have dirty blonde hair (it being dirty in more than one way) and brown eyes. I was average height, weight and looks. And I used that to my advantage. Walking in different places with no one looking at me of being able to find me. I read in a book once that I would be called a pavement artist.
When I was 10 I found out that my parents were spies. But I didn't find out by them telling me. I found out by mistake.
Flashback
I was skipping trough the hallway of my house, going past my dad's office when I heard voices inside. Me being a curious 10 year old I stopped and listened.
I could hear two very distinct voices inside. They were my parents. Rachel Morgan and Mathew Morgan.
"What are we supposed to do with her?" asked my mother.
"I don't know but we can't tell her. We don't know how she would react to the news." Said my dad.
"But we can't not tell her. Can we?" asked my mum
"We'll have to try. I don't want my only daughter ending up in the spy world" said my dad. What did he mean by spy world?
"I know I don't want it either but what if one of us goes missing?" asked mum.
"We tell her something else. We need to keep her as much in the dark as we can." Said dad.
"So we lie to her?" said my mum.
"I don't like it as much as you do but we need to protect her she can't find out that we're spies" said my dad.
At that point tears had started to fall down my cheeks. And I silently ran back to my room.
They were lying to my for my entire life and they were going to keep on doing it. I wouldn't have minded having parents that were spies but they were going to lie to me about it. There was only one thought that kept popping up in my mind.
'They don't love you if they lie to you' and I didn't want to be lied to for the rest of my life.
So I made up my mind. I walked over to my wardrobe and packed a small rucksack with a set of clothes and some money. Not a credit card though. They could trace me. Even though I was a 10 year old girl. I was still smarter than the average 10 year old.
I quickly wrote a note saying:
Rachel and Matthew
I'm not calling you my parents anymore because parents don't lie to their children. And I don't want to be lied to for the rest of my life. I heard you. So this is the last thing I'm saying to you
Goodbye
-Cammie
p.s. don't try to find me.
I left the note on my bed and climbed out the window. When I landed on the floor. I turned to the forests that surrounded the house, and ran.
Flashback over
So here I am. New York. I lived in various places and changed my name to Elizabeth Smith. So no one could trace the name. It was used to often. I trained myself up so that I could protect myself. And I used the local library to educate myself. I gain money by pickpocketing people in the street.
The way I train myself is harsh. Every day I run until I puke and if I stop I hurt myself my cutting myself with my knife along my arms or legs. I have many scare's everywhere because I have stopped running at times. Every day I practice my fighting skills by using old beat up rubbish bins. I work myself until I have injured myself kicking or punching. Many times I have broken my hands but I know how to fix them. My methods are not what most people would use. And most people would disapprove of them. But without hurting myself I would not have been able to become what I am. I'm no spy but I do act like one. I'm strong, fast and I know how to fight. So you should defiantly worry if you get into a fight with me.
The places I slept varied. Sometimes I would sleep in alley ways or if I had enough money I would be able to rent a room in a B&B. I never stayed in the same place twice. Just in case people found me.
I never knew if my parents had looked for me or not but if they did they never found me. But I did know that people were trying to look for me. I have seen many people tailing me before. But I always lost them. At one point I attacked a guy that was tailing me in an alley way. I found out he was a guy from the circle of Cavan. Don't ask me who they are I have no idea apart from that they are a terrorist group out to get me. And they have been sending more and more agents to come get me. But they never will.
Going to my best friend. Her name is Amber. I never meant to have a best friend. But it had just happened. I met her one night when I was 12.
Flashback
I was in an alley way curled up in a ball with a blanket wrapped around me. I was freezing cold because it was snowing. And that didn't surprise me after all it was in the middle of December.
I was trying to slow down my breathing and preserver my heat when I heard a noise. It sounded like footsteps. I looked around from the corner of the trash can that I was hiding behind, to see a girl around my age walking through the alley way. She had brown hair and was wearing old trousers and a coat. I couldn't see her eyes though because she was looking at the ground. I guessed that she lived on the streets just like me.
Her shoulders were shacking as she walked along. From people walking by her they would think that she was just cold. But if you looked closely then you would realize that she was crying. She didn't look like someone who could hurt you so I walked up to her.
When she looked up from the ground and saw me walking up to her you could tell that she was scared by the look in her eyes.
"It's okay I'm not going to hurt you" I said trying to make her less scared. She then quickly whipped the tears from her eyes. "Why are you crying?" I asked her. Stopping in front of her.
"Why should I tell you?" she snapped back at me.
"Because you look cold and in need to talk to someone." I said. She sniffed.
"Why should I trust you?" she asked me again.
"Because I have no reason to hurt you." I replied. She nodded. "Why don't you come sit with me and we can talk. My names Cammie by the way." I said
"Amber" she replied then followed me over to where I was sitting before. And sat down next to me.
"So why were you crying?" I asked her.
"I just ran away from home because of my abusive father" she said.
That shocked me. So right then and there I made up my mind to help amber out. I don't know why I did. Probably because I knew that she wouldn't make it out on the streets by herself. And by the looks of it she didn't mind me talking to her.
I picked up my blanket and wrapped it around the both of us. And we both quickly fell asleep.
Flashback over
From then on we were inseparable. Amber knew that people were after me however she didn't know who. She never stopped being my friend though.
We did however sleep in different places, just in case some people did manage to find me. She didn't want to at the start. Being afraid of what might happen to one of us. But she grew used to the idea.
We met up every now and then and today were no different.
The only reason why we were at the mall was because it was the Christmas holidays. The place would be crowded of people trying to get gifts for their loved ones for Christmas. Making the perfect place to pickpocket people.
We both had different parts of the mall that we would do our job on. Mine would be on the 1st 2nd and 3rd floors. Whilst amber had the 4th 5th and 6th floors.
Every now and then I would check to see if I had a tail. So far I had seen two. And if there were some of them there was surly to be more. So I kept an eye out just in case there was any lurking about.
I was walking past a games store. And me being a pavement artist no one noticed me. I then spotted a man that looked fairly rich. He was about in his twenties, wearing jeans and a leather jacket over a tight white top that you could clearly see his abs through. I walked past him. 'Accidentally' tripping over something nudging him a bit.
"Sorry" I mumbled then walked away.
From people that walked past us, it would look like that I had just nudged him a bit. But when I 'nudged' him I managed to grab his wallet from his back pocket without him noticing.
I walked around the and into a gap between two shops that no one knew about, before I opened the wallet up to see how rich this man rally was.
When I was in the gap, I opened up the wallet to look inside. And what I saw shocked me.
That man had $2000 in his wallet. Well I was defiantly going to be able to eat and sleep well tonight.
I folded the money up and put it in my pocket and chucked away the wallet. I was just about to walk out of my hiding place when I heard a voice. And it was talking to me.
"Well well well, look who it is. We've been searching for you for a long time know miss. Morgan" said a deep voice behind me. And I instantly knew who they were.
The circle of Cavan.
Turning my head a bit to the side so that I could see who was there I replied. "I'm sorry but I don't know who you are talking about my name is Elizabeth Smith, you must have me mistaken for someone else." I then tried to walk away but the man started to speak again.
"We are well aware of your little cover, Cameron, but we aren't fooled. Come with us know and you won't get hurt"
"I don't know what you are talking about" I said. Trying to act innocent.
But then the man started to attack me. I turned around just in time to stop his fist that was aiming for my face. He tried to punch me in my face again with his other fist but I blocked it again. Every time he tried to attack me I would easily block it. I decided that I needed to get out of here before back up was going to show up to help this man out. So I kicked the man in his head and he fell to the floor unconscious. You would have thought that it would have taken more to knock this fully grown man out but my kicks are hard and I train myself to the limit where at some points I hurt myself doing so. I then walked out of the gap.
But as it would turn out it would be that today did not want to be nice to me, because when I walked out there was a semi-circle around me. Forming of 31 different people. All about my age apart from a man in the middle. He was the man that I stole the money from. And everyone was looking at me.
I quickly tried to walk away to the left but the man grabbed my shoulder. He should not have done that. Ido not like to be touched by anyone. So I grabbed his arm and flipped him over. I looked down at his face and saw completely shock. But then his face whet completely blank.
I looked around and saw that all his students were staring back at me even more shocked that the guy was.
I sensed that the guy was getting up so I ran and did a hand spring straight over the teens and started to run, hoping to get away. But to my luck, they all started to chase me. Today was just not my day.
But there were a few things on my side.
1) I knew this mall inside and out so I will be able to easily loose them.
2) I'm a fast runner. And when I say fast I mean very, very fast.
3) I was on the 2nd floor so I can make and easy escape.
So I sprinted down the hall dodging people as I ran. A plan quickly forming in my head. I looked behind me to see that everyone was still chasing me, even the man that I flipped. This would mean that they all wouldn't be able to follow me to where I was going.
I ran around the corner and came to a dead end but there was one window at the end of the hall. I stopped abruptly and looked around checking to make sure that there was no one else there. I walked up to the end of the hall. I could hear the footsteps of everyone that were chasing me coming to a slow stop. Then one of the boys talked.
"You're trapped there's nowhere you can run" said a boy. My back was still facing them so I wouldn't be able to say what he looked like.
At that point I began to put my plan into action. I started to cry. I put my hands up to my face.
"Why are you crying?" asked a girl.
I stopped crying and put my hands back to my sides. I turned around making sure that my hair covered my face so they couldn't see my face. And I saw 30 confused faces but the man's face was still blank. A sly smile crept onto my face.
"Because you're all idiots" I said. Then I turned around and ran towards the window putting my arm up to cover the blow and jumped out of the window causing it to smash and for me to get a tonne of scratches from the shattered pieces of glass. But I wasn't affected by them I've had worse.
Luckily I fell into some bushes. I quickly got up and ran. Not caring about the man looking down at me.
Zach pov
"So do you think that they'll be hot" grant my best friend asked.
Let me explain. I'm Zach Goode aged 16. I have dark brown hair and green eyes. I am very well built seeing as my school works me hard.
I have 3 best friends. Jonas, nick and grant whom you just heard talking. Jonas is the smartest of us, and loves computers. Nick is the fashion guru, but don't worry he's not gay or otherwise I'd be sleeping in the hall every night. And grant well he's the fighter, but he's not very smart it takes him time to make sense of something's. And to be honest I don't even know how he got accepted into blackthorn. I however do not have only one specific talent. I am an excellent fighter one of the top in blackthorn, I'm smart and above all I have common sense. Unlike some of my roommates *cough grant cough*.
Today was the day that blackthorn finally gets to meet Gallagher. If you don't know what they are then I shall tell you. They are schools, but more importantly they are schools for spies. Yes you heard that right, spies. Gallagher is an all-girls school and blackthorn is an all -boy's school. They train us to be able to handle the world of espionage when we are older. And today there will be a mission that brings us together. Our schools were going to be merged creating one big spy school and today there merger was going to happen. So after the mission we would be going to Gallagher.
Now if you are wondering what is? It is a class that teaches you everything that you need to know about espionage, i.e. trailing someone, surveillance and most of all noticing things. Things that no normal person would notice.
Today the mission is simple. Trail the Gallagher girls without being caught. And so here we are trailing the Gallagher girls in a mall in New York.
Right now I am sat on a bench talking with grant. And he being grant does not have many smart things to say. Hence that previous comment.
"I don't know grant" I said in a bored tone.
"But if they go to a school like ours then shouldn't they be fit?" he asked.
"Yeah I suppose" I replied.
Then I spotted my tail, and by the looks of it grant spotted his to. And they were both together.
"Wow. She looks hot" grant said. At that I just rolled my eyes.
Grants girl was a dark skinned girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was also wearing her Gallagher uniform. And from grant file that I read her name was Rebecca Baxter.
My girl was Macey Mchenry so it would have been easy to spot her anyway. She had dark black hair, hazel eyes and a diamond nose stud. She was also wearing her uniform.
They were both sat down on a bench opposite us and talking to each other. After a while they both got up and started to walk away.
Grant and I were about to follow but then Mr Solomon; out teacher, began to talk through the coms unit in my ear.
"Ladies and gentleman please come to the second floor by games centre immediately."
So grant and I changed out course and headed towards the second floor.
When we got to the games canter Mr Solomon began to talk.
"I am sorry to have cut this mission short but there is something else that I need all of you to do. There is a girl your age here today that we have been looking for, for a long time. We need you all to find her. She had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. When I saw her last she was wearing a pair of muddy jeans and a muddy blue top. I can tell she is a pavement artist so keep an eye out for her. As soon as you do tell everyone where you are. It is important that we find her." He said. "You may go"
As soon as he said that everyone was gone searching for the girl that was apparently very important. I left with grant and we rounded the corner. As we went past a gap between two shops I noticed someone standing in it. It was the girl.
I quickly replayed where I was to everyone through the coms. And within 5 minutes everyone was there. We had all made a semi-circle around the gap with which the girl was in so that she would have nowhere to run when she came out.
When she did come out she looked shocked. But then quickly covered it up. If I didn't know any better I would have said she was a spy. But she never went to Gallagher so she can't be.
She tried to get away by walking to the left but Mr Solomon put his hand on her shoulder. Placing a tracking device on her just in case she managed to get away in an unlikely way. A look of anger shot through her eyes and before we knew it Mr Solomon was lying on the floor in front of her looking shocked however he quickly masked his face so no one could see him shocked.
But I couldn't say the same for the others. Shock was clearly evident on their faces. How could a civilian do something like that to the best spy I know?
The girl then looked up and looked around at everyone. Mr Solomon was just getting up when she ran and did a hand spring over some of my friends and some Gallagher girls then she ran.
I quickly snapped out of my daze and started to chase after her everyone else hot on my tail.
We all caught up to her when she hit a dead end with only a window at the back of the hallway with her back facing us. I slowed sown to a stop and began to talk her.
"You're trapped there's nowhere you can run" I said.
But then for some reason she put her head in her hands and began to cry.
"Why are you crying?" asked the girl that grant was tailing.
The girl that we were chasing suddenly stopped crying and put her hands back down by her sides. When she did that everyone was confused. Why did she suddenly stop crying? She then turned around and faced us with her hair covering her face slightly so that we couldn't see her. But I could see a sly smile appearing on her face.
"Because you're all idiots" she replied.
Then she turned around and sprinted towards the window, putting her arm up to protect her face as she shattered the window and jumped out of it. We all rad to look out the window, Mr Solomon in the front. And we could see her running away. Well I guess it was a good thing that Mr Solomon placed that tracker on her.
Mr Solomon then turned around facing all of us. And started to walk away. Everyone followed him back to the helicopters that would be tacking us back to Gallagher. For the exchange.
On the ride to Gallagher I kept thinking about that girl. Who was she and why was she able to get away from us?
When we all got to Gallagher everyone went down into sub level 2. Blackthorn hasn't been down there yet so we were all looking around and taking in every detail that there was to take in whilst we were walking to the class room.
When everyone sat down a silence came upon us. We were all probably thinking what happened today with that girl. The questions that were raking around in my brain finally got too much for me to handle so I started to talk.
"Who was she? That girl that we saw today?" I asked. I wanted to know who would be able to get away from 30 spies in training that easily.
"She's Cameron Morgan. Codename the Chameleon." Every one gasped at that. The chameleon was thought to be the best pavement artist ever. No one has even seen her though and that was because everyone thought that she was dead. So to learn the the girl that we all saw today was the chameleon defiantly shocked us. "All of you might think that she's a spy but she's not. Or never meant to be anyway. She ran away from home when she was 10 years old. We gave her the codename chameleon because none of the CIA managed to find her. The CIA has been trying to look for her because there is a terrorist group hunting for her. Eventually everyone thought that she was captured and killed or both. And there have been no sightings of her since. Until today."
"What terrorist group is hunting her?" asked one of the girls.
"The circle of Cavan but by the looks of things they haven't found her yet. Or….."He trailed off.
"She's one of them" I finished.
"However she does not show that she is in the circle of cavern. Tell me why Mr Goode" he asked. Now's the time where Mr Solomon tests you to make sure that you were noticing things.
"She's living on the streets" I said.
"How can you tell that? Ms Walters" he said.
"Because she had filthy hair and clothes" answered a girl at the front of the class. Who must be Ms Walters?
"Correct anything else? Ms Mchenry?" he said.
"Her nails are filthy and she had an old bag that was ripped" said Macey Mchenry with a disgusted tone.
"Correct" said Mr Solomon. Then the bell rang. And everyone left. We didn't need guides to show us around the school because we got told to memorize the layout of Gallagher before we left blackthorn. And with that I walked to the grand hall with Nick that was also in , grant and Jonas who just got here. He wasn't in because he's on the research and development track also known as the R&D track.
I was thinking about Cameron all the way to the grand hall and whilst I was eating. My friends knew not to talk to me when I was in deep thought such as this.
Then I realized that her mother and father is Rachel Morgan headmistress of Gallagher academy and Mathew Morgan top spy in the CIA. But there was one thought that kept coming back to me 'why did she run away?' But then there was a crash of window above me and someone fell to the floor in the middle of the grand hall.
I looked to see who it was and was surprised.
It was Cameron.
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