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It was just approaching noon on the day that I was due at Gallagher, and I was sitting in a diner in the middle of Roseville, the town Gallagher was outside.

I was eating fries and people watching out the window, watching as people milled around the square and entered and exited stores, usually without buying anything.

I though about the next few months. I was going to be at Gallagher, a school I had always dreaded going to. I may put on an indifferent face, and I may act like I don't care, but Gallagher was one thing that I was very passionate about.

The reason? My mother, the person that had thrown me out of the house when my father died, drowning in her own sorrows, taught at Gallagher, and there was NOTHING more frightening to me than facing my mother.

I had asked Joe not to tell her I was coming.

I was something no assassin was supposed to be. I was scared. I was angry. Most of all, I was feeling emotions.

My mother was the thing that kept me training when I was smaller, because I hoped that if I was good enough she would accept me back with open arms, but all of the hope had turned to bitterness, and instead of wishing to go back, now I wanted to show her that I didn't need her. That the child she had thrown out, and never looked for again, was doing fine. Great even!

I paid the bill and got into the car that the agency had given me for my drive to Gallagher. It was a convertible, so I turned up the music, put the top down, and sang at the top of my lungs all the way to Gallagher.

I pulled up ten minutes before my grand entrance, parking the car in front of the school and watching it sink below the pavement and into the secret parking garage. I walked through the main entrance to the school, and wandered through the hallways thinking through my plan for an entrance.

When it was one, Joe began making his announcement.

"This year, we will have another student joining the Junior class. Cameron!" He beckoned. The doors to the large cafeteria opened, and every head turned, but no one was there. Joe tapped his foot, acting angry, although he knew exactly what I was doing.

"Cameron! Come out now." I tapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm right here!" I said, loud enough that the students could hear me as well. The students, thank god, weren't acting like they were surprised.

"Oh good. This is Cameron Ann Morgan, and she'll be joining the Junior class for the remainder of the year. That is all." Joe placed the microphone back on the stand, and gestured for me to take a seat at the table of my choosing.

I walked off of the small raised platform and towards the tables of teenage spies. I chose a random table and sat down next to a small, pixie-like girl.

"Hi, I'm Cameron, but please, call me Cammie." The pixie girl looked at me and stuck her hand out.

"Hi, I'm Liz. Well, Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz." She said. Her voice was high but pleasant to listen to. She pointed at the people around her and introduced them.

"This is Macey McHenry. Yes, she's the senators daughter." Macey gave a small salute before retreating back into her magazine. "This is Bex Baxter. Well, actually Rebecca.."

"But if you call me that I will break most of the bones in your body." Bex said with a smile. Her voice was heavily accented, and I could tell immediately it was a British accent.

"Well, its nice to meet you all. Are you guys juniors?"

"Yeah, you'll probably be staying with us. We're the only dorm with three people." Liz stated very matter-of-factly.

"Sounds good! So, what're your favorite classes?"

Bex and Macey replied at the same time, Macey putting her magazine down in favor of the conversation. "Cove Ops

Liz answers immediately after them, saying, "Hacking. No chemistry. No. Hacking. Definitely hacking."

Bex and Macey burst out laughing as Liz turns a shade of red that I have never before seen accomplished. After a few seconds of laughing I joined in.

Then, the doors to the cafeteria opened once again. I didn't have to turn around to know exactly who it was.

"Cameron?" She asked, aghast when she saw me, taken by complete surprise.

"Mother." I replied, turning around in my seat to face her.