Firstly, I'd really like to say sorry that I'm not American. You're probably thinking, what? Why is she apologising, but I am because of the spelling 'mistakes' to you. These 'mistakes' look absolutely fine to me, but may confuse you a bit. I am sorry I can't change the way I spell, because if I do, I may fail English and I don't want that to happen.
On a lighter note, please enjoy the chapter that I have written for you.
That night I came home in a worse mood than I had left in. I was grumpy, and in no mood to do any of the tasks that was set for me as homework. So I sat on my bed and looked at the wall. It seems pointless I know, but I somehow like it.
I started to roll to the end of my bed before falling off, landing on the cold, hard floorboards. That's when I realised one of the floorboards sticking out so slightly. Being the curious person I am I pressed it, when I did, the bricks moved to reveal a secret passageway, covered with cobwebs and all sorts of bugs. So I went inside.
The passageway wasn't big, so I had to crawl on my hands and knees. At the end of the passage way I could see a room, with a small bookcase. The bookcase was wood and obviously old and vintage. In it were six journals one blue and white, one green and black, one blue and red, one purple (can't remember the other colour), one black and grey and one white. On the front they all said the same thing, Cameron Morgan, Covert Operations Journal and then a number 1 through to six.
That's when it hit me, Mum had told me about these. She had told me that if I really wanted to find out about her high school years, I had to find these journals. I spent weeks secretly going through her cupboards looking for them (I was eight, give me a break) before giving up.
Now, I had finally found them. Even though I knew a lot about her school years, I didn't know all the details, yet. Being me, I grabbed the sixth journal and head back to my room.
Once I was there I sat on my bed (again) and opened the book. I didn't need to worry about Mum or Dad, because they were out on a date somewhere. I flipped to the first page and read the first sentence, You'd think that any teenage girl would be perfectly fine about being in denial, but I hate it. Hate it.
XxTo Kill The Memories Of The PastxX
When I was halfway in the book the third time I read it, the door opened and laughs and giggles filled the house. I quickly hid the journal to make sure no one burst into my bedroom uninvited. I had no idea if Mum and Dad were drunk, or on laughing gas, like I used to be when I was little.
The giggles grew louder and louder, so they were now coming up the stairs. I secretly hopped that they would walk straight into their room, which was the first from the stairs, but I knew they wouldn't.
To put my hopes down I heard a quiet knock on the door. "Sammy, it's your mother." I really was about to say, no way! It's a burglar, but controlled myself and chose a 'come in' instead.
They both walked in with unnatural grins on their faces. That's when my stomach rumbled and I forgot I hadn't had anything to eat, so I silently told it to shut up, and turned to my parents. Mum was sitting on my bed, Dad standing next to it with his arms crossed.
"I have really good news for you," that was something that I didn't want to hear, "your father and I are engaged!" I was shocked; they had pretty much known each other for two days, who gets married after two days?! But I still had a huge smile on my face and admired the huge diamond on Mum's finger. We all celebrated together and it was the most fun I had in a long time.
XxTo Kill The Memories Of The PastxX
I still had to go to school the next day, despite all the partying we did last night. So, at school I must say, I was really tired. I couldn't concentrate or even think straight for that matter. All that crossed my mind were two things, Emily and Mum and Dad's engagement.
I was happy for them, ecstatic even, but something wasn't right about it. It was too rushed, like they were hiding something about their wedding that I didn't know about. If you haven't realised, I don't like not knowing things and I wanted to know why I wasn't in on this secret.
Suddenly, a bang echoed through the class room, and I looked over to see Mrs Lee talking to one of the boys who was supposedly cheating on his test. I had finished my test a full five minutes ago and that meant sitting here dying of boredom.
This is when I decided to play a little game. In this game, I would pick all the people who would make great Gallagher Girls or guys in my class. I played this game for a while until I got down to the last three people, Emily, Josh and I.
I started with Josh. He was kinda smart (A/N: Who has realised I use the not-so-word kinda a lot?) but he was as weak as a chicken (no offence chickens). Then I thought about me. I realised I had been training for this my whole life, kicking, punching, cracking codes and learning my 12 times tables when I was four. I knew I deserved it, and nothing would stop me joining the CIA when I was older.
Finally, I thought about Emily. It was that the Gallagher Academy didn't want anything of Emily at their school. I thought she would be good enough though, when she slapped me, there was a lot of power behind it. She was also doing very well at school. She was getting high expectations from most of her teachers. Why wouldn't the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women want her?
Yay, the end of another chapter! Sorry I haven't updated, I haven't been well and I had a bit of writers block. Feel free to drop a review, good or bad, just no cursing!
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