Hihiz! Well, here's chapter 4! I was in this huge unbearable writers block for the last week, so this was an epiphany written in 10 minutes flat. Enjoy! Keep writing! Peace!
~Eyes/Zarah (gallagheracademy. ning. com)
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Trust? It's Overrated.
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I knew where I was going. I knew that there was a big chance I'd end up under 24/7 security for the rest of my life if I got caught. And I knew that there was no way in hell that they'd keep their mouths shut. But common sense and choice had decided to leave me long ago.
I checked my cell phone. It was seven at night. And I was on the side of the highway, running for everything I was worth. And there were still ten miles until I reached my destination. Choices: A) Keep running, B) Sleep on the ground, C) Turn around. C was automatically ruled out. A search team was without a doubt already out looking for me. I was surprised they hadn't found me already. I thought about B, but figured that my chances at exposure were high enough, I didn't want to get consumed by wildlife, get hit by a car, or sleep on the ground at all. So I kept running. And let me tell you, running from Washington D.C. to Roseville was very, very difficult, especially when you had three heavy bags weighing you down. So you don't think about it. You think about how the enemy is behind you, trying to catch you and put you in permanent isolated confinement. Or something along those lines.
By the time I got anywhere near Roseville, I was half asleep. And seeing as Gallagher was another two miles away, I was NOT planning on continuing. There weren't exactly many places to sleep. At all. But the closest place was a big park with a hedge maze. And that was the best place, unless I intended to walk up to some stranger's door and ask to be given a room for a night. Which I decided against. I crashed in the middle of the maze, in a gazebo, praying not to be caught by morning.
My plan ended up working. I woke up to birds chirping and squirrels scampering around the structure. It felt like being in some corny Disney movie. With my newly acquired energy, I continued on until I reached the front of Gallagher grounds. I carefully slipped around the field of vision of the security cameras, and into the passage that lead straight from outside to the dorms. I crawled through the passage, and came out in the middle of the Blackthorne dorms. Security was up, so they must've still been there. I shuffled to a camera blind spot, and pulled out a frequency scrambler. The switch clicked on, altering the cameras to give me five minutes of free movement. I walked over to Zach's room, and picked the lock. One would naturally see entering a teenage boy's room as a dangerous situation, full of toxic gas and possible land mines. Luckily, this was Blackthorne we were talking about. One hair out of place and they went all neat freak.
I pushed my bags under one of the beds, and hid in a closet. I was here, might as well scare them right? Or at least Grant. Grant was one of the most gullible fraidy-cat spies I'd ever known. No he was the ONLY gullible fraidy-cat spy I'd ever known. Why he was still here, I'd never know. I scanned the room for bugs, but couldn't find any. There was about half an hour left until everyone came back to their dorms from class. I'd just realized how hungry I was. But I guess after almost twelve hours spent walking with no food, starving was a common side effect. Luckily, most of the dorms had mini-fridges in the rooms. And Zach, Jonas and Grant apparently had a liking for Dr. Pepper, chocolate pudding and Doritos. And I was completely fine with that. But they'd have to go shopping soon…
I was lying on the floor listening to my iPod when I heard footsteps coming, and then the door handle opening. My eyes shot open, and I sprung to my feet, earbuds ripping away and falling to the floor. The door swung open, and it's a bit awkward when your god-brother and his two friends attempt to tackle you the moment they step in the room. But the awkwardness dissolves into amusement when you step out of the way and they fall to the floor. Yes, that is very amusing. They all got up and stared at me.
"What the…!" Grant began to shout. But I tackled him and pinned my hand over his mouth before he could say more.
"Shut up you imbecile! I'll get caught!" I whisper-yelled. Then he bit my hand and I scrambled away, wiping my fingers on my shirt.
"Zee, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the Masters'?" Zach demanded. I rolled my eyes.
"And why would I willingly stay with a family that makes my cover some freaky goth girl, confines me to my room whenever I'm at the house, takes away my hacking, and plans on sending me to court on accounts of first degree murder of my own mother? Much less spend time at a simpleton public school with a boy who is more or less obsessed with me? Please, enlighten me," I snapped.
"They can't be serious. You'd be able to do it, but you'd never bring yourself to a first degree murder. Second degree, probably, but not first," Zach said. Wow. Look who wins brother of the year award. I glared at him.
"Yeah, blah blah blah. Get the girls in here," I said.
"Which girls?" Grant asked.
"Hmm, I wonder. The Gilmore Girls. Cammie, Liz, and Bex, you idiot!" I snapped. Grant looked taken aback. Whatever. I was NOT in the mood for any time wasting.
"I'll go get them," Zach said, leaving the room. I watched him leave, then motioned for Jonas and Grant to sit on the bed. They moved instantly. I glared at them. They looked back with terrified expressions. I hardened my glare, made it more cold and heartless. I swear, their faces went pale and their eyes got really wide with fear. It was really quite entertaining. I started pacing in front of them.
"Grant. Jonas. How's it been? Haven't seen you two in a while," I said, making my voice sound as sinister and maniacal as humanly possible. Next thing I knew they were making a beeline to the door, but got smacked in the face about two feet away. Zach had come back, Cammie and her girls in tow. I quickly made myself look as nice and innocent as possible, smiling sweetly. Cammie gasped, Liz looked completely shocked, and Bex, just smiled.
"Took you long enough," Bex said.
"How…you…and…" Cammie started stuttering.
"Masters has just about the worst security in the history of my life. It took less than a second for me to break the alarms, freeze the cameras, and crack the safes. And I was supposedly on the highest security in the country. If this is how they treat everyone on the FBI's Most Wanted list, it totally explains how the country's crashing," I said. It came out casual, like I were just talking about the latest fashion trend.
"FBI's most wanted?" Bex asked, sounding impressed. I nodded.
"I'm officially the enemy."
"That doesn't explain why you're back here at Gallagher…" Cammie said, trailing off.
"I'm pretty much on the run, with nowhere to go. Gallagher was the first place that came to mind that I wouldn't be treated like a complete traitor. I thought most of you would probably trust me," I said, shrugging. "By the way, where's Mace?"
"Tahiti," Liz answered. I nodded. It kind of figured.
"So, anyone have a clue as to where I can go?" I asked, forcing my voice to be as cheery and light as possible, given the current situation. Everyone thought for a moment.
"You could just stay here." Too risky. The agency would have agents all over here, plus there were hundreds of students who would happily turn me in for special recognition.
"Plain sight?" No. Winters wasn't very good, but he was better than that. Plain sight would be where they would look first. It was silent for a few minutes.
"Solomon's cabin?" Cammie suggested. It sounded good.
"Depends. Does the CIA know anything about it?" I asked.
"No."
"How high security?"
"Level seven clearance."
"Who's side is he on?"
Ooh, (attempted) cliffy! Like the chapter? Hate it? Review, or may the Circle of Cavan steal you away in the night. And remember, OMZ means Zach Goode, not Efron, and LOL is overrated. Peace!
~Eyes for Eternity