Just to make this clear, I only do this in my free time. I typed this over my on spring break, and this is my imagination. Let's just say some two OCs have two of my personalities. And their names are split from my own.

Disclaimer: Sarah Leigh "Ally Carter" Fogleman owns the Gallagher Girls. Especially what they eat.

Spies, Spies Everywhere

Chapter Two: Introductions and Dorms

"We're here, right?" Liz still held on for her dear life after all the flying she'd performed earlier. For the five minutes I spent in the elevator, I was quick to develop claustrophobia and freaked out. It must've been a part of a city girl's life, because our guide just smiled as the doors opened, which revealed another shocking revelation. We stepped out, and took in all the details.

This other lobby was modern-like, and now it reminded me of Sublevel One. Large windows displayed the large city in the nightlight, and a row of seats are nearby to admire the view. The tile flooring was black and speckled with gray, and made my comfortable shoes sound like heels as we click-clacked forward. We passed by a bulletin board with an array of papers and pushpins, along with an old, leather case surrounded with very thick glass. Just like that, I thought back to the treasured sword of Gillian Gallagher.

Another room led to a spiraling staircase with simple design of black and white. A metal label screwed to the white walls says "Now going to floor 18" spelled out in bold letters. We continued following until we reached a place I'd consider is a futuristic version of our hallway. There are so many comparisons, yet so many differences.

"Welcome to the lunchroom, where this is a place we call the Mess Hall." Mary said, and pointed to an array of rectangular tables and seats. "And that's where we're going to sit with the others. That place is where the cooks work." She faced an open window with the sight of a buffet; a few chefs refilled the dessert section with ice cream. "Let's go."

Zach smirked at me for no reason. "What?"

"Nothing, Gallagher Girl; the look on your face is priceless." I scowled.

Nine out of fifty-four tables were full, each with many girls who had squashed a few textbooks by their sides. We squeezed into a half-full (half-empty is what someone else would say) area, who are seated girls of different colors, shapes, and sizes.

"This is interesting. The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Woman is a cool mansion." A girl who nearly looked like Danielle peered at use over wire-rimmed glasses. There's only contrasts to the darker hair and eyes. Her hair is stiffly tied to a ponytail. The version of a quiet, calculating Liz. "I'm Faith Sanders." Her low voice powered over the din of her classmates speaking. Telling by her quiet nature, Faith is not to be taken jokingly. But surprise, surprise, she quickly burst into a friendly grin. "Don't worry; we'll keep your cover."

I smiled and turned to the left to examine the remaining eight girls. A memory for a spy is not to be taken granted, because I wouldn't be able to memorize their names: Sarah and Deryn are sophomores, the two twins Daniela and Jenelle are juniors, and the seniors on the table are Alice, Mary, Faith, and Audrey Woode.

Everyone was friendly and fired questions as we talked about our school. Bex is basically the one who spoke, and Macey, Liz, and I returned with plates heaped with nikujaga. We dig in with our manners as Bex rambles on about our disguise.

"Your covers are better than ours." Sarah Hartsock is nodding her head, in mock self-pity, and then bursts out laughing. "Technically, we're nerds with a high IQ, which, we sadly are. And you guys have to be the preppy rich in a mansion. But I'm not fussy."

After a long twelve minutes, Zach begins to speak after our indulgence of food and drink. "We've told you our schools. But more or less, we were talking about the Gallagher Academy. Blackthorne is top secret. Can you tell us about Stone's?" He was given a few blinking eyes, a creepy stare from Faith, and a solemn expression from Audrey and Mary.

Audrey started to speak. "The Stone's Advanced School for the Gifted is an all-girls school with the subjects from Math, Science, Music, History, Physical Education and so on. We study extra time, too." She adds quickly, expecting an answer. Zach nodded left the table to clean out his plate, and she took the chance to look at me. "You must be Cameron Morgan, and these are your friends, no?"

"Yes…" Once again I thought if this was a trick question.

"I've heard about the Circle of Cavan. I know what happened overtime, before you lost your-"

"Good evening, everyone." A low-toned, feminine voice calls out over a microphone. I snapped my head to a dark-haired woman, equally beautiful as her mother, covered by the shy dark-haired curtain over her face. "I'd like to give a few announcements. For the rest of the spring break, a few students from the Gallagher Academy and a young man from the Blackthorne Institute will stay with us, so make them feel welcome." Conversations begin and stop as soon as the principal waits patiently. "All of them will attend the senior classes and spend their free sessions in the school. I hope you have a good sleep." The principal steps down the podium.

I stare at Audrey, and the principal. My newly-made friend smiled shyly. "Principal Woode is my mother, just as you are the daughter of the headmistress?"

"How do you know?" Sometimes the way people accumulated information over time is fascinating.

Her eyebrows wiggled. "We learn what we can and develop the gist of the story." She stands up, and points to her mother. "I need to go. My mom needs me in her office." She politely excuses herself, walking off the faculty table, consisting of twelve alumni and the extra mother and Mr. Solomon.

Maybe this is a great break from my spy life. I still live it, but I'm in a safe spot. The Circle can't get me her with girls with capabilities we needed to discover. New York City was going to be a hard place to get to: the crowds of people in the busy streets, a constant stream of traffic. But I can live her for awhile; this place is made for a pavement artist like me, the Chameleon.

We cleaned out or plates and followed Mary down the hall, to our temporary dorms.

"This is past curfew, but today isn't the vacation yet." Carol stepped out behind a nearby vase, and we jumped. "There are four for each dorm room, so I guess you'll stay as roomies."

"There's a four-room dorm nearby ours; Zachary will stay with Mr. Solomon." I roll my eyes at Zach's that say, See? I'm special. "This slip of paper has a twelve-digit code to open your dorms." We take one each, and punch it on the number grid. The door swung open. Liz went in first.

"Look at this place!"

Someone must've taken our luggage under our noses, and I'm amazed at how neatly they put aside from a bunk bed and two other beds. The remaining space is put aside for four drawers and many lamps, along with a television and a desk, ready for a sitting. Zach went off to the dorm from Mr. Solomon's. Macey claimed the bathroom, and the rest of us were left to unpack our suitcases. "I like this place already," Liz stuffed a few tops on the upper drawers, "Do you think they're a school for spies, maybe assassins?" Bex and I flinched, and she tried to correct herself. "I mean, it's not like they aren't bad or anything…"

"We'll find out tomorrow. We'll find out, just as soon as Macey finishes using the bathroom, this very instant." Bex replied loudly, and I heard a grumbling retort in Farsi.

Don't worry; I'm trying to get used to using romance in the story. Really, I'm in blank slates when it comes to typing lovey-dovey stuff. I'm going to keep it light. I was twelve about a few months ago.