A/N To you: I feel that I owe an explanation for lack of writing-ness. However, if you've ever faced the impeding deadline of multiple art projects, countless and semi-pointless papers, etc., I can now sympathize with you. However, I cannot tell a lie. Okay I can, but I'm not going to. My friend recently turned me onto a new serious by James Patterson; Maximum Ride. The seventh book just came out on Monday and she suggested that I should read them. Who would have guessed that they'd be so addicting? *Sigh* Alas, I'm back and I want to try a new style. Therefore, I NEED YOU because I am unable to objectively judge my own literature (sad face). Anyhoo, enjoy and let me know whatcha think!

I scoffed. Spies? Yeah, okay, and I was the daughter of two famous spies and my dad had left a mysteriously trail leading to his disappearance, and now I was searching the surface of the world to find him. As far as rhetorical comebacks come, I was pretty pleased with myself and I recited my thoughts out loud.

James's face had been smug with his little joke about being spies and Joel had been looking all macho over James's shoulder, but their faces quickly morphed into a flash of confusion before smoothing over.

"How did you know?" James asked.

"Know what?"

"About your parents." Holy-. It was true? I shook my head at myself. Of course it wasn't true! They were simply pulling my leg… right?

"Ha. Ha. Funny guys." Joel rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest.

"This isn't a joke, Cammie," James said levelly. Joel closed his eyes as if in physical pain and rubbed his temple.

"Riiight…" Like you would believe it either.

"Your name is Cameron Anne Morgan. Your mother is the headmistress at the Gallagher Academy and your father went MIA while he was tracking down a secret organization called the Circle of Cavan. Your best friends are Rebecca, Bex, Baxter, Elizabeth, Liz, Sutton, and Macey McHenry. They also attend Gallagher. The Circle of Cavan is now after you because they think you have access to two diaries that contain enough information to take their entire operation down forever. You want to finish the job. You're stubborn like that. You like Ben & Jerry's Mud Pie ice cream and have no reservations about taking seconds of crème brulee. Your favorite color is green and you live for everyone but yourself."

James's small speech startled me and he seemed to have startled himself in the process. He now dropped his gaze to his shoes and shoved his hands into his pocket. There was a moment of awkward silence before he simply walked out of the room. Joel let out a long, deep, burdened breath and opened his eyes. I raised a single eyebrow at the door.

"I'll explain later," he promised and pushed himself off the wall, "but now we have to go." I didn't question him or his judgment; I just followed him out the door. Intelligent, right? I had almost no conceivable notion as to who this person was let alone who I was, a cute guy had done everything except declare himself to me, and now this boy who had overdosed me into the mess was leading me down a very clean hallway towards who knows what. Yep, smarty-pants is my middle name.

Well, if curiosity killed the cat, I was long dead.

"Where are we going?"

No answer.

"What are we doing?"

No answer.

"How do I know you?"

No answer.

Joel stopped at a door, glanced back at me with a guarded expression, and pushed it open. I stepped in and my jaw went slack. My eyes nearly burned out of my sockets and my heart stuttered a couple times before getting back into rhythm.

"Do I swear?" I managed to croak raspily.

No answer. Gee, what a surprise.

"Well, s**t."

A/N Yuppppppp….. Better? Worse? Completely awful? Beyond repair? Eh.