An: ok so this chapter is meh. it's also pretty filler-y so be warned. Sorry it's short also, but I wrote this on my phone (so there's probably a lot of mistakes) on the way to white what're rafting (COLORADO IS AMAZING!) Love you guys
Cammie's POV- right after Zach dropped her off in her room.
I jumped out of my bed the second the door was closed, and grabbed my secret stash out of my closet.
For months now I'd had all of my things packed up and ready for whenever I decided to leave.
Ever since I'd met Marcus that day last summer, I'd known leaving was my best option.
I was only ever hurting the people I loved. Trust me, that list isn't very long, but that makes the people on it ever more important.
Eventually, I would get captured.
We would slip up, security would be gone for half a second, and then I would be gone too.
Isn't it better that they know I chose to leave at least? That way they know that it would be my fault if-
If I don't come back.
I've had a sword hanging over my head from the moment I was born. Of course, I didn't know that until this summer. Better late than never right?
I still feel so guilty about leaving them, the only explanation the one they will deduce. I didn't even leave a note... But I need to find her.
I need to find my mother.
I stared out the window of the plane, willing the wheels to pick off the ground. As soon as I was in the air, I would be safe. For about 8 hours at least. I wasn't quite sure what I was looking for in Europe, all I had to go on was a name.
Amanda.
Do you know how many Amandas there are in the U.S alone? 638,571. That's a lot of people.
At least the number of Amandas being held in Circle of Cavan prisons will probably be much less.
I just have to find the prison she's in.
If she's even still alive.
Come on Cammie don't think like that. Why would Marcus have told you about it if she was dead?
I reached up to run a hand through my hair instinctively, before realizing that my red wig was so short it barely brushed my shoulders. I had also thrown on dark brown eye contacts and layered makeup on my face to make me 20X lighter, and added freckles and a temporary tattoo on my collar bone.
A completely new person. Erin McDonald. I love dogs and long walks in the park. I'm a senior on exchange to London. I have 1 brother and my mother and father are divorced as of 3 years ago, I live with my mother full time.
And most of all, I am completely normal.
I opened my eyes again, ready to handle anything the world had to throw at me.
But not only do I have to dodge COC members, I also have to be dodging many CIA and MI6 members. No doubt mom will pull out all the stops to try and get me back. And I'm as much a child of the Baxter's as Bex is, they will have every spare MI6 agent on the case.
I can do this.
I stepped off the plane, and hoisted my large tote bag over my shoulder, adjusting my hoodie. A busy girl traveling, that's the image I was going for.
I successfully made my way across the airport, dodging all the cameras and bending in with the busy people perfectly. No one noticed me.
I hailed a taxi, and asked the kind driver to take me too the Eye of London. That would put me straight in the heart of London, with 8 million people around me, blending in will be a snap.
As I throw a couple twenties at the driver and climb out, I can't shake the feeling someone is watching me. I looked around, but noticed nothing unusual. I actually enjoyed my little walk around the plaza. Because for the first time in a long time- I was free.
And that's when I noticed the note in my pocket.
My heart nearly stopped as I reached in and unfolded it. If someone had been close enough to me to brush pass that too me, what else could they have done. I shuddered, shaking off the thought as I began to read the note.
Gallagher Girl,
You're getting sloppy, didn't even notice who I was eh? Onto the more important matter... Of course you won't be able to answer my questions with this note, so meet me at Big Bend, tonight 8 sharp. Don't be late and... be careful. For me.
-Z
I snorted, crumpling up the paper and throwing it aside. The note obviously wasn't from Zach, it wasn't even his handwriting!
Geeze, more like the circle is getting sloppy...
Actually-
Oh no.
From the second our eyes made contact, I knew he had been watching me for awhile. The white wig and bushy eyebrows couldn't hide his identity from me. Just like my red wig and contacts wouldn't hide mine from him.
He's all the way across the square, you can still get away Cam. Focus.
So I did what I do best. I blended into the crowd and disappeared, watching in amusement as he spun around in a circle, and held a wrist to his mouth, presumably talking to people on comms about how he had lost me.
It's for the best... i thought sadly, turning my back on him for the last time
An: like I said, filler-y. Review anyways? :)
