AN: Hi again, here's Chapter 2. Thank you so much to KenziexBriggs98 for being my first EVER reviewer. I now finally understand how much reviewing means to authors so pretty please review! I'll say I won't update until I have 5 reviews but you know what I'll probably update any way!
Disclaimer:
Cammie: Liz, can I ask you something?
Liz: Sure, fire away!
Cammie: Am I really just a figment of Ally Carter's wonderful creation (AKA Gallagher Girls) and that she owns well me and everything?
Liz: Of course! But Powerof923 owns this story idea!
Gallagher Academy: The Final Stand
Chapter 2: Cameron's POV
We waited in silence, listening. There was nothing to be heard from outside apart from the empty blare of the siren. Me and all my sisters were packed into the Grand Hall ready to fight to the death for our beloved school, and for me I suppose – isn't that nice of them! The air of anticipation and nausea hung thick around us like a fog, so tangible and strong you could cut it like butter.
Beside me I could see Bex stretching her neck and cracking her knuckles and lumbering in general ready for the fight. Under usual circumstances I would have laughed at her and her eagerness to seriously injure people. But there was nothing funny at all about this situation, in fact I could see several other people start to follow her example, Eva Alvarez, Mick Morrison, some of the Junior's and many Sophomore's all started to stretch going through their training in their head. Liz had her wristwatch and was pressing some buttons, causing codes to appear on it that I wouldn't understand for years. Macey was the calmest of all of us, she just kept her perfect face forward all emotions unreadable. She caught me staring gave me a small confident smile and turned to face the front again.
The tables had been pushed back against the wall apart from one rather long scruffy one which lay on its side and stretched all the way across the room, acting as a barricade to the students and teachers it protected.
In the distance the sirens were still going off screaming in protest, "CODE BLACK, CODE BLACK, CODE BLACK!"
My heart pumped loudly in my chest and a thousand thoughts tore through my mind. My stomach felt like it was going to heave but I used the emotions flustering round my body to give me an adrenaline rush. I knew I concentrated and aimed better when I was on-edge with energy.
In front of me crouched the teachers, Mr Smith, Ms Hancock, Mr Mosckowitz even Dr Fibbs. The only teachers who weren't there were Mr Solomon – who was in no condition to fight – who had probably gone with Professor Buckingham to take the 7th, 8th and 9th Graders to the Sub-Levels. There they would provide back-up if we were to lose badly. At the centre of the staff was my beautiful, brilliant mum, who looked as if she was about to rip the heads of the enemy agents, or break down then and there with worry. Knowing her she would follow the former.
Then came my year, Senior's had the most experience and training would be ahead of Junior's, sophomore's and then freshmen when it came to the battle.
There was a noise beyond the main door a sort of scuttling noise like crabs on sand and my breath hitched. If you weren't an agent or a spy-in-training then you would never have heard it. My breathing sped up rapidly as did everyone's and we all focused on the entrances to the room. The windows and main door, that's probably where they would enter from. The noise never returned.
Five minutes later and still nothing had happened, when all of a sudden a gasp and murmur's rose up among the girls spreading like wildfire. I looked up and there was my mum flipping herself over the barricade – the one thing that defended us other than our own bodies – and landing softly on the other side, her feet not making a single noise.
She walked steadily forward her head held high, my heart beat wildly in my throat, what in God's name was she doing? She continued to walk until she reached the giant oak double doors and then she paused, took a deep breath and flung the doors open.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing was there. She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding along with the rest of the school. She walked out into the main hall, still nothing. Then she bent down and picked up a piece of paper. She read it and her shoulder's tensed, her knuckles tightened and she screwed up the paper. She turned around, her long brown hair whipping round and stalked back towards us.
"Women of the Gallagher Academy," she started "we are not to fight today." Everyone in the room let out a long sigh of relief and turned to hurriedly hug a friend and ramble on about how scared they were but I knew my mum, I knew she wasn't finished as did the other Senior's and a few Juniors.
"Instead, they have declared war against The Gallagher Academy, the CIA, MI6, the Secret Service and the FBI. They will gather their forces and attack us at a random date. Because of this, you will need to know as much as you can. Your curriculum will change so you can be prepared for the worst; this time also gives us a chance to gather our own forces. This war will have an impact on your lives. Some of you will not survive, but by God are we going to try and prepare you as well as we can! For now everyone back to your normal lessons and remember your training has always been vital, now it has doubled in importance, you will have to work harder than you ever have. Dismissed" and with that every Gallagher Girl solemnly got up and walked out.
All except for me. "That's not quite what it said is it?" I asked my mum who looked torn inside. She shook her head. I walked forward and took the note from her and began to read.
Gallagher Academy,
You are in possession of some very highly promising operatives but it is Cameron Ann Morgan we want. You have failed to hand her over peacefully and so we will take her by force killing all who stand in her way – student, teacher or agent. In doing so you have condemned the lives of many. We will back away and gather our forces and attack at random. Be prepared Gallagher you're going to need all the preparation. You can get.
The Circle of Cavan
Blood boiled and I turned to look at my mum. How long had they given her the option of her handing over her own daughter? "We'll give them hell," I said calmly and she grinned at me "You always were so brave," she said softly before hugging me tightly and walking out of the Grand Hall whilst speaking "I know just a few people who may come to our aid…" and with that I walked out of the Hall ready to face anything The Circle of Cavan threw at me.
