I'm not even going to try and apologize; those of you that have stuck with me thank you so much, I know how frustrating it is when authors stop writing.
I stepped off the plane into the brisk autumn air. Taking a deep breath the cold stung the inside of my throat and the wind whipped at my cheeks turning my pale skin pink. I was thankful I had had the foresight to tie my hair back before getting off of the plane. I only had a carry on with me as I wouldn't be staying at Gallagher long. A mixing of both schools… I couldn't wait to meet the girls, although, I had to admit I was nervous. Just because I was a spy in training now didn't mean I didn't still have the same insecurities all girls had and it definitely didn't mean I didn't miss having best friends…I sighed at that thought remembering my closest friends back home, I wondered if they missed me. I couldn't think about that now though. I had revenge to plot and boy would it be sweet.
The limo ride was uneventful; I slept most of the way to be honest although I know I should have been 'taking in my surroundings' as Joe says. Hey, I was tired so sue me. The limo pulled up into a palace like place much more inviting than Blackthorne. Here goes nothing… how bad could they be right? I mean they were just teenage spy girls way more vicious and well trained than all other normal girls…right. I hurried inside, the girls were in class and they couldn't see me until *big shocker* lunch in the dining hall. The layout of Gallagher was relatively the same as Blackthorn: big with lots of hallways although the interior décor was much nicer. Figures. I hurried to find my room and when I did so I saw there were three other beds in the room besides the fourth empty one in the corner. The room was relatively neat the only signs of life being a few fashion magazines laying on one bed, flashcards and a laptop on another, and …nun chucks on the other. Well okay then. I went into the bathroom which was FILLED with makeup, it was like someone had hijacked an entire MAC counter and put all the loot in here; although considering these were spy girls they very well may have. I checked my reflection in the mirror and then decided I could use some mascara which was easy to find. I carefully picked up a wand slightly afraid that they might have booby trapped the bathroom, but when nothing exploded I figured I was safe and applied a few coats before throwing on a pair of heeled boots, a simple white top, and a navy cardigan. I gave myself a once over and figured I looked the part. Then the bell rang and I heard the sound of laughter flooding the halls. CRAP. The other girls in my room weren't supposed to know I was here yet…although I had to wonder why then they wouldn't put me in my own room. Just as I was thinking of where I could hide the door burst open and in tumbled a blonde blur. I jumped and seemed to startle her more than she had me. Her eyes widened and I heard a quiet 'oopsie daisies' before the door burst open once more and a very angry looking dark skinned girl walked into the room.
"LIZ!" she screeched in a heavy british accent not even glancing at me. "Give me back my favorite Taser," she said lowly. Her what… The little blonde girl only shook her head, the girl had guts, I'd have handed it over in a heartbeat.
"Sorry Bex but I told you if you tried to fry my Interpreting Human Thought book one more time that you'd never see it again," the little blonde girl who I assumed was Liz said evenly. Bex was just about to lunge for Liz when a very bored sounding voice came from the doorway.
"Bex maybe if you stopped worrying about your Taser, which you have like ten of, you'd notice the random girl standing in the middle of our room," she said. Bex looked up startled at this and finally seemed to realize me.
"Who are you?" she asked. I figured that if I was going to hold my ground here I'd have to at least pretend to know what the hell I was doing so I raised my eyebrow and tilted my head at her.
"I'm Cammie Solomon, I'm assuming you're Rebecca Baxter," I said in a calm and authoritative voice even I was surprised by. I remembered reading about all of the girls and that one girl was the first ever foreign student at Gallagher. I assumed this was her-Bex, due to her heavy accent.
"It's Bex," she said cooly.
"So sorry, Bex," I corrected myself. "You must be Elizabeth Sutton." I said then turning to the small blonde girl. She was Bex's roommate which meant that this third girl was…
"Macy McHenry'" she said before I could. I nodded my head; the senator's daughter.
"Right soooooo Cammie Solomon," Bex jutted in. "Like Joe Solomon's daughter?" she asked.
"At your service," I smiled.
"So what are you doing here?" Liz asked inquisitively.
"Welllll I'm afraid that's classified…for now," I smiled secretively.
"Well whatever it is you're doing here you are CERTAINLY NOT doing it looking like that," Macy butts in once more. I looked down at my outfit. I hadn't thought I'd need to dress like I was at a fashion show at spy school. Before I could say anything I was being dragged back into the bathroom having my hair straightened to perfection, my eyes smoked and my lips plumped. "You have good skin," Macy nodded satisfied. "Pale, but it works. What isn't working though is that outfit," and once again I was wicked away this time into a closet and a whirlwind of clothes. Ten minutes later I was in tight black jeggings with knee high brown leather boots, a white tank top, and a maroon blazer buttoned in the middle. I had to admit I looked sharp and chic. Definitely better than before but not overdone.
"Thanks," I smiled at Macy. She shrugged and smiled. "You guys should get down to dinner, " I added as I looked at the clock.
"Shoot!" Bex exclaimed looking at the clock and the three bolted out of the room. I took a deep breath. I could do this. I waited until all sound in the halls was gone and then I walked down to the dining hall once more awaiting my cue.
"Now it is my immense pleasure to welcome Cammie Solomon," a voice came from the other side of the door and once more in I walked all eyes on me. I kept my shoulders back and my head up as I walked towards the podium and accepted the microphone from the woman who I assumed to be the headmistress.
"Thank you," I said smiling as she walked to sit down. "As your headmistress said my name is Cammie Solomon," at this a buzz went through the crowd. " I am here today to tell you all about a very important mission," again another pause to let the buzz settle down. "This year 20 junior girls have been selected to go to Blacktorne Institute for Boys and learn there for an entire semester, the girls I call will be joining me in two days on a flight back to Blackthorne and a mission awaiting us there…"
Well I hope you guys liked it, I tried to make it long but I know it was a bit uneventful. Suggest some names if you want and I will put as many of them as I can into the story as I need names for the other girls. Thanks so much you guys you are seriously the best XXX EVER