Chapter 2
Cammie Morgan hid out in one of the many secret passages in the Gallagher Academy. She was hiding from her best friend, Bex. Bex was trying to do Cammie's hair but Cammie was having none of it. She was hiding in the passage doing her homework when she glanced at her watch. Realising she was late, she leapt up and grabbed her books to hurry down the passageway and into the main school building. It was an impressive place, more resembling a castle than a school. The ivy covered, stone walls and high ceilings gave the school an old, secretive feeling. Perfect for a spy school.
Cammie ran up the stairs to her mother's office and burst through the door. "Sorry I'm late, I lost track of time," she apologised. "No problem, sweetie," answered her mother, knowing that she had most likely been in the secret tunnels. Cammie's mother was beautiful, she looked like Cammie but more regal and dignified. Cammie always felt like a mess compared to her very put together mother. Cammie had shoulder length light brown hair and thought of herself as very average looking. She wasn't too skinny or fat, she was neither tall nor small. She didn't have a particularly striking face but thought she could possibly be seen as pretty in the right light. At the Gallagher Academy Cammie was known as the Chameleon, she was invisible.
Rachel, Cammie's mother and headmistress of the Gallagher Academy, and Cammie had a tradition. Every Sunday night, while the rest of the Gallagher Girls ate dinner (cooked by a five star chef) downstairs, Rachel and Cammie had their own private dinner in Rachel's office. These dinners, however, had to be cooked by Rachel. This means sometimes they were rather horrible.
"What's for dinner, mom?" asked Cammie. "Chicken curry!" exclaimed her mom in excitement. "I've never made it before but I'm sure it will be fine," she said, a bit worried.
Cammie and her mother finished the last of the washing up forty minutes later. "Honey, I have something to tell you," Rachel said. Cammie was instantly nervous; this news could be anything from a new dessert on the menu to an active bomb found in the school grounds. "Some of the Blackthorne Boys are coming to stay and study here for the semester," said her mother. The Blackthorne Institute was the equivalent of the Gallagher Academy but for boys. More importantly, it was also the school where Cammie's on-again off-again boyfriend attended. "Zach?" Cammie guessed. "Yes, sweetie. Zach and fourteen other boys will be coming," replied Rachel. Cammie, resigned to the fact that Zach would be staying there but unsure of her feelings on the matter, sighed. "When?" she asked. "They arrive tomorrow."
