new chapter!

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headmistress morgan: attention, attention. i have a special announcement.

~gallagher girls whisper and gossip about what it could be~

grant runs up the stage and jumps in front of mrs. morgan

grant: OOH I KNOW I KNOW!!! thezqueen owns none of you guys, she just manipulated you and your lives to her plot.

outraged whispers fill the room.

me: grant! idiot! i don't manipulate you. okay maybe a little. like zach and bex were together and cammie is captured but listen here. i'm just writing a simple little story. okay?

zach and bex looked disgusted before making sure cammie was still there. zach kisses cammie.

cammie: zach stop it dumbass. i was listening.

headmistress morgan: thank you ms. thezqueen, you may leave now, but first would you like some tea?

me: ~runs before she makes me forget~

previously on the difference

And for the first time in months, I did something I swore never to do again.

I cried.

My friends had found me like that, sobbing on the library floor. I don't know how long I sat there, all I remember is the sound of the cries ripping from my throat. I had hurt so many people. It was my fault they were captured, I destroy everything, I destroy everyone.

They had all read the note and begged me not to go, they said it was too dangerous. No one understood that I couldn't wait idly by, doing nothing. I had to save them, I had to do something.

They argued and argued. Preston on my side, Mom on the other. Preston knew that they couldn't stop me, that if I'm going they might as well send back up and know where I'm at. As they continued to yell, my mind wandered. What were Zach and Bex talking about? I can't help, but recall the last moments of their conversation.

"I can't keep pretending, Zach. I can't keep doing this when it's fake."

"Me neither."

"I think--"

What was fake? A million possibilities came to mind, but none of them seemed quite right.

My mind was processing when I noticed the yelling had ceased. They stood docile now, no one speaking, then I heard it.

"Above the plains up on the hill, there stood a castle bold

A gleaming palace made of white, a pillar to behold

The horsemen lived in service to the castle and the crown

But the knights rose up and killed the kings

And it all burned down."

My eyes widened. It was the song. The one that brainwashed me, turned me into an emotionless killer over the summer. I didn't know what to do as it rang through my ears, so I did what I do best.

I ran.

I ran to the pigeons, to the source of the song. I saw Catherine there, a small pink umbrella lifted above her head. Her lips moved as she softly sang the song. She looked so innocent at that moment, so pure. Then her eyes met mine and I knew that she could never be either of those things. Her eyes gleamed with joy and malice, the green shockingly familiar. She was happy her little puppet was back.

"Grab her."

I felt two pairs of arms wrap around mine and a cloth put over my mouth. I tried not to breathe but the scent of the rag soon put me in a deep slumber.

I woke up and felt the familiar restrains of a torture table. As my eyes adjusted I saw the bright white room that I had grown accustomed to. There were differences in this room though. Around the room lay a series of cells. All of them lay empty. My hope rose as I realized that must mean that they let Zach and Bex go, but a big part of me is nagging at me saying that not everything is always what it seems.

I heard footsteps approach the door and I put my mask up. As the door opened Catherine and her goons were revealed, one of them pushing a cart. I knew that cart. I saw it every day for four weeks, it was Catherine's cart of 'toys'.

"Cameron, how nice to see you."

"I wish I could say the same," I gritted out.

She didn't slap me, no, not this time. It weirded me out, usually I would get some sort of punch or slap for an insult. She just smiled and continued to speak.

"Dear, Cammie," She explained, "We can't start the torture just yet. Our audience hasn't arrived yet."

My eyes widened in horror. She was going to make them watch me be tortured.

"No. Don't," I begged, "don't make them watch. Leave them alone. I'll do anything. Please."

"I'm sorry, puppet," Catherine cackled, "I'm afraid that can't be arranged. You need to crack and tell me the list, so I can brainwash you into our little emotionless assassin. So they have to watch."

I started to struggle against my bindings, I wanted so badly just to punch her in the face, cause her any sort of pain.

"Cammie, soon you'll realize that we aren't so different after all. We're the same, you and I. You can't escape that, it's how you will be programed."

Yes, they did have a lot in common. They stuck in the shadows and passageways. Yet, Cammie knew that they would never be the same. She opened her mouth to tell Catherine "No" but before she could, Catherine whispered into an earpiece.

"Bring them in."

And in walked my family and friends.

Mom, Joe, Preston, Macey, Zach, Bex, Jonas, Grant, and Liz.

All of them here.

Here to see my torture.

To see a repeat of my summer.

chapter eleven. woo!

barely 800 words. so sorry if it's a little short.

three more chapters!

after i'm done i'll post my new zammie story! here's the description...

what if cammie didn't start as a spy, but a thief? what if joe solomon took her to gallagher to be a student?

will cammies past be revealed?

what secrets will be found out?

will the gang be united, or divided by hate?

will cammie fall for zach?

"we have a new student, cameron morgan."

"did i forget to mention that part of being a thief includes picking locks?"

"get off of me, asshole."

"hmm, i don't know gallagher girl, i'm quite comfortable."

"fuck you, zach."

"why did you bring me here?"

"you're one of the best."

"and?"

"we accept only the best."

so that's that. press that review button! you know you want to!

ily guys.

thanks for all the support on this story.

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thezqueen