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Cammie POV

when the noon bell rang I bolted from my seat in the lunch room and to my final class of the day. I might have wanted to mention this before, but Gallagher has a special set of time tables. We have three classes, 2 hours each with 15 minute breaks in between, one before the first class, aka homeroom, Another one of these is before the third class after the lunch break to ensure that all the students made it back to the school) and 30 minute break between the first two classes and the last for lunch.

My schedule today:

Homeroom- 8:00-8:15

Math- 8:15- 10:15

Break-10:15-10:30

Science-10:30-12:30

Lunch- 12:30-1:00

Break-1:00-1:15

Languages- 1:15-3:15

when I made it to languages, Mr. Duncan(In the Books a language teacher is never specified by name so I made one up) quickly took attendance and then started with out next Swahili lesson. At the prestigious Gallagher Academy, before you graduate you learn 14 language. That's 4 languages you first three years and 3 in your last year. This was language number one, which I have to say was quickly coming to a close. In our freshman year, English(Traditional and American), Spanish, French, and Italian. In our sophomore year, we learn Swahili, Portuguese, Russian, and Chinese. In junior year we learn Japanese, Arabic, Farsi and German. In Senior year we learn Latin, Hindi, and Korean.

I sat in my seat quietly listening to Mr. Duncan's lecture and when he finished, he told us we could pack up and leave, it was 30 minutes early. Well, Macey gets to see me thirty minutes earlier. This is a good thing. At least I hope this is a good thing. I hope she hasn't gone completely insane yet...

It took an hour for me to arrive at the grand hotel that was hosting the events in DC. When I arrived I was quick to park the car a block away. When I finished I quickly changed from my gross school sweats to a knee length black dress, an vintage grey, light wash jean jacket and brown ankle boots.

I then quickly ran around the block to the entrance of the hotel and was stopped by security.

"Name?" Big and Beefy numbe 1 asked.

"Cameron Morgan." I said holding up my license and school ID.

"This way please." Big and Beefy Number 2 said.

i quickly followed him into the grand lobby of the hotel before moving towards the elevator. He slid his keycard and led me through. He talked into his communications unit like I had no idea what he was doing. He told me about code names and spy crap, thinking that I had no idea what any of it meant. And when I heard Macey scream, "I'm going to murder someone!" He treated this like her normal routine.

Though I have too admit, the prissy rich girl cover that she keeps while around her parents and the press, is one of the coolest things about Macey McHenry, because even before the two of us started training, she still had the makings of a spy.

"Thank the Lord! Cammie come with me, ignore my mother." She said yanking me back out of the hotel suite and to another elevator.

"So... am I still good at keeping a cover or what?" She asked.

Well, at least she' still Macey, the Gallagher Girl that was never meant to be a spy, but stole the opprotunity when it glanced her way.