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About a Month Later:

I finished the fourth pop quiz that we had had in the last month before I felt that familiar twinge for the second day in a row which lead me to say a string of curse word in Farsi. I held up my hand and as Miss Dabney walked by I handed her my quiz, "Can I be excused?" I whispered.

She pursed her lips not having this, "For what?"

I chewed on my lip nervously would she let me go two days in a row, "the restroom."

She glumly looked at me, "Again?"

I nodded if she said no I would have to leave anyway she had no idea how hard it was to sit here with a thing kicking and jolting your bladder.

"Fine, go," She sighed.

I walked out and heard giggles and whispers from some of the eleventh graders that were also in the class. Stupid Tina and her stupider rumors. I frowned hugging myself as I looked at my figure in the mirror after I finished.

"So your the pregnant one?" A girl that looked rather rebelish said from the corner.

"Yeah," I said washing my hands.

"I'm new. I don't have friends I don't want friends, but I heard you lost your Dad. I just," She trailed off as the door to a stall opened.

Bri a ninth grader prep like Tina with a real mean attitude came out of the stall, "Oh wow the suicidal and slut talking, really nice."

"Thats against the Gallagher handbook," I whispered.

"What? Little scaredy cat I heard you were tough but I don't believe it," She lightly pushed me back by pushing my shoulders with her hands roughly, something they don't teach here. "Your Mommma is the only reason you are still in this place. And your little Daddy probably aint dead either he probably ran away from you," Then her fist went toward my stomach and I'll never now what she was going to do.

I grabbed her arm twisted it and pulled her her back against my stomach using my foot to keep her from kicking me and my other arm leaning on hers so I didn't loose balance which was a lot simpler to do at five months pregnant and the whole move still took about five seconds. I held her against me firmly but not to the point where she was hurt, "I won't dis obey the handbook because I don't want to get thrown out. But you need to learn some respect for others. You know theres acamera in here? Now there are no rules at the moment about someone pregnant not being able to attend Gallagher and my Father is dead. I've seen his remains with my own eyes. Looked at the screen as they matched the DNA to his body."

I shoved her away lightly and she growled at me while leaving.

I turned almost forgetting the girl in the corner. She was way to skinny and she was about 5 foot 3 with straight black hair that fell to her shoulders. Her hair wasn't shiny or soft like Maceys it looked tattered and frail. The girls makeup is what really made her stand apart from the other Gallagher students. There was no rule against not wearing makeup but most students didn't. Unlike this girl who had on no blush or powder. She had black eyes and eyeliner. It was the eyes that really stood out. I had seen those eyes. They looked blue like mine but it was after I had escaped from the Circle and saw my reflection in the mirror. They were cracked eyes.

"I just wanna know how you do it?" She finished her earlier question which had been... something.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Live without a Dad," She asked sliding further into the corner.

"Well it hard. But I guess as it comes and goes it gets easier. I mean I had my family, my Mom, who," I didn't get any further because this girl started crying, sobbing really and slid to the floor.

I sighed and sat down, patting her back.

When she finally regained her ability to speak she didn't say anything.

"What happened," I asked in a rather motherly tone which kind of startled me.

"My Mom was kidnapped when I was little. My Dad had been looking for her for years we didn't even know who took her. And and last month. There was a van and Dad went out to work and because I had heard him talking about the van and Mom I followed. There were 5 of them and they corned him. Mom punched one. Dad shot one. But the others were to powerful. They killed Mom first and Dad fell to his knees sobbing they were going to kill him, but I had took a gun and, and I shot the one pointing at Dad, but the other. The one Mom had punched shot Dad and then aimed his gun at me, but I was too quick I shot first. And now Mom and Dad are gone. And I killed two people and I don't think I can take it, does the guilt ever go away I don't I don't care about them and I mean they shot my parents but, but I shot them," She whimpered like a little baby and I wrapped my arms around her.

I didn't talk because if I did I might cry. And if I talked I would tell her the truth I would tell her that the guilt never goes away and I couldn't do that not to this weak little girl.

I stroked her hair and talked to her. I learned She was 14 and her name was Zoey. She had been training since she was 3 and a half when her Mom had been kidnapped. She knew 18 languages, 4 more than I know. She was better at throwing knives and using guns that fighting because she was too short and skinny. She had considered suicide and last month she started cutting. She told me that she was stopping and that I helped talk her into quitting after we finished talking.

I walked back to class as I heard the bell ring. I sighed and upon walking in saw Mom, Miss Dabeny, Abby, and Joe all giving me stern looks. "And where have you been Ms. Morgan. It does not take 20 minutes for someone us the restroom.

I'll admit I was irritated, getting up from the bathroom floor is harder than it look for me and well I was just tired. "Well first I peed. Then I washed my hands. Then a girl named Bri shoved me against a wall and said that my Dad probably had just ran away from me and my well won't use the word she used to describe me. Then I told her that there was a camera in the corner and she back out pretty quickly. So then I talked to this girl named Zoey who ended up crying in my arms. Her Mom and Dad are dead and she shot the people that shot them. And I had to sit on the bathroom floor, talk about germs, while she was sobbing and she wasn't much help for helping me up. And she pretty much thanked me for helping me talk her out of suicide. And then I washed my hands agian and now I'm jsut repeating the story," I sighed I can't believe I just said all of that. I went and sat on the edge of the desk.

None of them looked too convinced, "What its not like I was making out with Zach or something. You wanna see the surveillance I can get it." They shook there heads, "Look sorry. I just," I just trailed off not being able to finish the sentence. I was stressed out with tests and school even though I was suppose to keep stress to a minimum I couldn't help it. The baby began to kick and kick. I actually kind of hurt because she was kicking ribs. Whenever I got stressed she began to kick a lot which didn't help. I kept calling her a she, but we didn't figure out what she was until we went to see Dr. Wolf tomorrow. Gallagher could do ultrasounds and sonograms. I was surprised to hear they actually had the equipment to do 3D one, which is what we were having tomorrow.

"Just what?" I turned to see Zach in the doorway, "You know we don't have a Cove Ops teacher right now? Just what?"

"Just," I paused as she kicked harder. I swear it bruised my rib. I had to grab my side.

"You okay," Zach asked at my hand which had flew to my side.

"Why? Why ask if I'm okay? Im perfectly fine? You know your way over protective and the just is that your kid probably just bruised my rib or two," I said loudly, "What have you been doing?"

Zach got quiet so I balled up a piece of paper and threw it at him, "I swear Zach you have to get it done someday."

"Im trying," Zach whined.

"Oh yeah," I retorted, "Trying reeeealll hard. What were you doing yesterday between 4 and 8 pm." I didn't wait for an answer, "You could've been doing it then."

"Doing what?" Ms. Buckingham asked walking in with papers.

"Painting the nursery and picking a name." I smiled a big fake smile.

"Oh im not picking a name," Zach laughed.

"Come on it James, Andrew, Matt, or Johnathon for a boy. Emma, Madison, Grace, Annabelle, or Rebecca I narrowed it down that far now your picking."

He shook his head walking out, "Zachary Goode get your butt back here you don't just leave in the middle of a conversation."

But he didn't come back. "Lets go to Cov Ops," Joe said trying to repressed a smile or sigh, probably both, and I followed him down the hall silently fuming.

Later That Day:

I stood in the middle of one of those maternity clothing stores and then as I went to walk past an isle something caught my eye. A girl older than me about the same height with long brown ringlets stood examining what looked like three shirts. She looked very familiar. Before I could leave she looked up.

"Cameron Morgan," She said in disbelief.

"Its me, Hannah Krocker, right?" I asked trying to remember such a long time ago.

"Yep, its me. I graduated when you were in the eighth grade. I used to help you and Bex with flips. I've read all your Cove Ops reports and I'm a fan your so strong and inspirational. And you have grown up so much."

I smile, but my ankles have been swollen all day and I really just wanna get back to Gallagher besides I talked Abby and Joe into driving me because they won't let my drive even though I still have 4 months left, "Why are you here anyway?" I mean lets face it she doesn't even have a bump.

She snickered, " I'm 3 months but I'm just doing early shopping."

"Oh," i kinda felt dumb, "Well whos the father?"

She looked down at the ground almost ashamed, "He, he works at MI6 they were having this party and it was a one night thing. And we were friends but he used to have a girlfriend when he did it and I think they broke up, but he doesn't know. I'm getting rid of it. What about you, Zach?"

I nod but I'm trying to get to more important things, "What do you mean like adoption? Im not trying to pry but..,"

"Yeah," She filled in, "I haven't picked someone. I'm looking for people in the spy business, but I can't keep a child I was starting to get to a high point in my career this won't help and I, I just cannot do it. I want an open adoption, but what ever," She tried to pretend like it was nothing, but I could tell she had spent the past three months making the decision.

"Remember my aunt," I ask and as I'm about to go into detail she jumps in.

"Abby. She was our legend. Coolest Gallagher Girl ever I mean she broke like 5 records, well they have all been broken by Bex, Macey, Liz, and you by now but yeah. I love her, I met her once she seemed so cool, Why?"

I sighed, "Don't tell anyone. But she wants a kid. She said that she didn't really wanna adopt, but she might since you two have met, and I think she would go for an open one. I, well, I feel so guilty because I want to help her, but I can't give my little thing up. I just can't."

I talk her into going out to the car to speak with Joe and Abby and I almost forget the reason I came, to buy a black t-shirt.

Once we get there her and Abby go to talk and I see them exchange numbers. Thank goodness we can leave now, I shiver nto realizing I'm cold, but night is creeping up and its October.

I see Abby walking toward me and when I expected a pleasent or even happy face I saw it was pained and confused, "Cam can you answer something for me?" She asked and I nodded in response.

She sighed turning to an angle where Joe couldn't see her face from the truck, "Where you guilty?"

I didn't heasitate to answer, "Of course. I have a baby and Im probably too young for one and I dont know how to take care of a baby. And the mature thing would be to give it too you but I can't becuase, becuase I'm too selfish."

"Cam two things. One don't feel guilty please it doesn't help. Ive felt guilty before," She stopped for a split second and by the tone in her voice i knew it was about her feeling guilty for Dad and what had happened in Rome, "it doesn't get you anyway, I promise. So for future reference don't feel guilty ecspeacially if I told you that it was okay in the first place. Two: you are not selfish in anyway. You didn't want to let us have your child becuase you wanted to spare it the hurt of the whole Mom and Dad confusion. You ran away to protect people you love. You risked your life to get the Circle for your Dad. I don't know if everyone sees it like that but I do. I see the fact that for once you desereve to be selfish. Cammie I can't believe your about to make me cry," She let out a shaky breath, "Lets get home, its cold."

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