Another short chapter… I hate them too, trust me. It's just like this until I can get some good ideas. (hint hint!) So pleaaaassseee review! I don't have any idea where I'm going with this, I'm writing blind here people. I hope you don't hate it…

The next few weeks passed in a blur. There were phone calls and relatives and apologies. So many apologies. I wanted it to stop. I couldn't take it anymore; the look on people's faces as they hugged me at the ranch, the mourning notes that came with all of the casseroles from people I hardly knew. I wanted to go home, I wanted my mom to laugh again, but most of all, I wanted my dad. Sadly, that was never going to happen again.

He was pronounced dead one week after we got the call. I couldn't believe they gave up so easy, but in his line of work, this happens all the time. Just not to me.

His funeral followed shortly after, and needless to say, it was closed casket… It was an empty casket. The records will all say he's buried in our family plot, under the stone that bears his name, but the truth is we don't know where he's buried. And we probably never will. It was harsh, but it was the truth. And it made all of this so much harder.

There was a big ceremony honoring him, with more than 200 people in attendance, and I didn't know any of them. But they all seemed to know me. I was passed around the room, shaking hands and hugging strangers. Everywhere I went I was surrounded by a sea of condolences. It was more than I could handle. So I did what I do best, I disappeared. I think it was the first time I truly became the chameleon, hiding in plain sight. I became unnoticed by all of the strangers, and wandered around undisturbed for the first time in a long time. And it was just what I needed.

But even without the attention of every person in the room, there was no escaping it. This was my dad's funeral, and after a while I left the room. I needed to be alone, to think. And apparently I wasn't the only one.

As I walked through the long halls I stopped, hearing the hushed tones of a familiar voice. I stopped to listen, and realized that on the other side of the big door was my mother. She was talking on the phone again, but this time seemed different. She wasn't crying or murmuring "thank you"s and "he would have liked that"s. There was something different in her tone, it was very businesslike. I couldn't believe it; she was going on a mission. How could she leave me and go on a mission after Dad just died? I barged in just as she hung up. "How could you?" I asked, tears pouring down my face. "You aren't seriously going to leave me after this, are you?" I asked my voice rising.

She just looked at me confused. "Cammie," she said coming closer, "I'm not going to leave you," she reached out to hug me but I pulled away.

"Don't lie to me!" I cried, "That was a work call. You're going on a mission. Dad just died, and you're going on a mission." My voice was barely a whisper now.

"Kiddo," she sighed, "That was a work call, but I'm not going on a mission." I just looked at her. I was at a loss of words. If it wasn't a mission, what kind of work was it?

When I didn't say anything she continued, "I'm not going to leave you, Cammie, I'm not going on mission. I was offered a new job."

"A new…job?" I asked honestly confused.

"That was the Director on the phone. He offered me a new position, one that will keep me out of the field."

"Like… A desk job?" That totally didn't seem right. I couldn't see Rachel Morgan, ultra spy, behind a desk.

"Not exactly," She laughed. "I'm going to be Headmistress at Gallagher Academy."

As odd as I thought it was for her to have a desk job, nothing could describe the weirdness I felt when she told me she was going to be a headmistress. Of Gallagher Academy. A school for exceptional young women. My mom was going to be a principle… of a boarding school. I was beyond confused, and apparently it showed, because my mom went into a long story about a sword and someone named Gilly.

It turns out that when they say that Gallagher Academy is a school for exceptional young women, they mean it. Emphasis on the exceptional.

It turns out it's not just a boarding school- it's a school for spies.

It turns out my mom went to school there. And apparently, I will too.

Thanks for finishing chapter 2! If I continue on I can assure you the chapters will get longer, I just need to find my plot first. Random fact: All cheesecake is good, but sometimes plain is the best (: Especially with mint chocolate cookie ice cream.

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