Hello my fellow fan fiction readers! This is my very first story EVER! Thank you for reading!

Hey guys I edited this chapter, because originally I had Blackthorne like it was in the books. But in the later chapters I made Blackthorne different. So I did a little bit editing. Review please!

Chapter 1

Hello everyone. I know you know who I am and everything, but I'm going to tell you all this again. My name is Cameron Morgan (my friends call me Cammie), and my code name is Chameleon because I can blend into things and not be seen. My mother is the famous spy Rachel Morgan and the headmistress at my school. That means she can (and does) announce over the intercom, "Cammie-bear, come kiss mommy goodnight," so yeah. But other then that she's cool. My dad, Matthew Morgan, went MIA on a mission when I was six.

I go to school at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. As you know, this is a school for spies (I like to get straight to the point). It is an all girl school outside of Roseville, Virginia. The school looks like a castle in a fairy tale. The school is a boarding school so I share a room with my three best friends Bex, Liz, and Macey.

Bex Baxter (aka Rebecca Baxter but don't call her that) is the first non American spy to be enrolled in our school (she's British) and her parents work for M16 in England. She doesn't get to see them that much, so that is the only sensitive thing about her. Do not mess with her. If you do….just don't. Bex is the ultimate spy athlete. She set the school record for scaling a 5 story building and for entering the most locked windows. Yeah, we have different sports at this school.

Then there's Liz. Liz is a petite and extremely smart girl from Alabama. Her parents aren't spies and don't know that this is a school for spies. They think that this is a regular school for girls. Liz was accepted here because of how extremely smart she is. Anyone who can invent a surveillance device out of a curling iron, blow dryer, and nail care items is a definite asset to the spy community!

Last is Macey McHenry. Yes, you heard me correctly, Macey McHenry. She applied last year not knowing this was a school for spies. She was accepted only because she's Gillian Gallagher's descendant. Her parents aren't spies and think this is a school for exceptional young women. When I first met her, I didn't think that the daughter of the Senator and a world famous super model would make a good spy. But I was wrong. She is a natural born spy. Anyway, she is pretty tough but not as tough as Bex. She also is our boy expert (even though we never meet boys).

In our room we have 4 king size beds, 4 custom made desks and dressers, 2 giant walk-in closets, 2 bathrooms, and a huge fireplace. Everyone thinks this school is for spoiled rich daddy's girls, but really it's not. We just go to a really, really rich looking school for girls. Now to begin the story…..

"Camieeeee, time to get up!" Bex yelled.

"No," I complained.

"Cameron Ann Morgan, get your butt out of bed right now." Bex threatened. I threw myself out of my bed and landed on the floor at Bex's feet.

"Cam, time to get up, not down," Bex said, smirking down at me. Bex walked across the room to sit on her bed and continue reading 'Sports Illustrated' (Did you know Sports Illustrated is delivered every week?!). Liz was on the floor reading 'All You Wanted to Know about Organic Chemistry and Incendiary Devices!', and Macey was carefully applying her daily pound of make up.

I got up and grabbed my uniform. This year our uniform was a light lavender and white plaid skirt and white blouse with the Gallagher crest embroidered in the top left corner. (Why did my fashionable mom have to pick such light colors? Doesn't she realize how dirty we get in the Cove Ops "Tunnel Reconnaissance" unit and the Underground Escape practical exam?) I quickly put on the uniform and went to the bathroom to get ready.

I ran a brush through my hair and did a fish tail braid. My hair is dishwater blonde and is naturally straight with an itsy-bitsy pinch of curl. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and gargled with mouthwash before I had to spit it out because I was gagging on it.

I walked out of the bathroom with 10 minutes to spare. I walked to the front of the room and opened the curtains. A blast of bright light went through the room. I looked out the window and the green manicured lawns, the shiny gates at the entrance, the aqua blue pond and fountain, and the town of Roseville a couple of miles out. You can't NOT feel like a princess when you have a view like this! I made my bed and picked up my clothes on the floor so I would be ready when it was time for breakfast.

"Guys let's go!" I said.

"We'll teach you later," Bex said. I made a confused face. Bex must have seen my face because she said "Liz and I are teaching Macey how to play patty cake"

"Ahhhh," I replied. Obviously they don't teach senator's daughters how to play patty cake. I ushered them out the door and into the grand hall.

When we got there almost everyone was there already talking and eating. We all went to the buffet and grabbed our usual. Liz gets home made oatmeal with brown sugar and apple juice; Macey gets an omelet with cheese, onions and sausage, with some sort of healthy smoothie; Bex gets French toast sticks and V8, and I get waffles drenched in syrup with orange juice. As soon as we got our food we went to our table to eat.

When everyone was seated, the headmistress (aka my mom) went up to the podium.

"I have an announcement to make. Girls, tomorrow the entire sophomore class will be heading to a school like ours, the Blackthorne Institute for Talented Young Men. You girls will be attending school there for a whole term. Sorry for the sudden change, but it was a last minute decision. Please pack your uniforms, with regular clothes to wear on town days. Oh, also, when you return to your rooms after dinner tonight there will be a sheet of paper listing the rules at Blackthorne." My mom spoke so loudly that her words echoed off the walls. Then my mom walked to her spot at the teachers table. The whole grand hall erupted into conversation. So obviously I wasn't the only one who heard the key word. Men. Young men.