I'm so happy that all of you like my story and wish for them to be longer. But! The way I write is not piece by piece, I write all at one time. So, I keep on writing until I'm satisfied with what I wrote, I don't pay attention to how long it is. And I know that you guys want each chapter to be longer, but I'm a little surprised that it was asked when I just wrote my longest chapter. There's no way for me to know how long it is when I write it, and plus, I know what I'm going to write, but I don't know what it's going to say. So, I'm kind of like you guys, I really have no idea what's going to come out of my fingers and onto the page.

-RMS

Standing outside the gates of the Gallagher Academy were the Blackthorne boys. The girls inside didn't know that the boys they failed to beat were outside their school, right at breakfast, but that's the point. The girls aren't suppose to know.

But, as cocky as the boys were (even though they had no right considering the beat-down they had to go though) even they didn't know a special someone was, as a matter of fact, right behind them.

The boys stode through the mansions open doors, and right outside the impressive double doors of of the dining hall. A smirking Zachary Goode had already pegged the girls as snooty, prissy rich kids that thought they could get by with their feminine wiles. Thoughts such as that and 'Are the other girls going to be hot as well?' passed through the rest of the boys minds.

...*Sigh* Boys...

The girls inside were peacefully eating, except for Bex. Bex was waiting for the strike she knew was coming by either the boys or Cammie.

And Bex got her strike.

While the girls were either gushing about the boys, talking about classes or spreading gossip, they didn't even consider that they boys would be coming to their school. They didn't even consider that the boys were like them! That these boys, whom they should be on par with but are quite below, were actually CIA agents sent in to see how good they were! But seeing that they didn't except it in the least, is exactly what Headmaster Morgan wanted.

...*Sigh* Girls...

As well as Cammie.

The students of Blackthorne swiftly opened the doors and went down the isle in-between each tables as though they've done this many times before. They heard many things in those moments.

First were gasps of startled girls and the clanking of silver-wear being dropped; either on the table, the floor or on dishes.

Second were the exclaimtions once the girls realized that the people coming in the doors were the boys they had gone up against.

And third was the muted silence, then the loud whispers. The boys caught things from different conversations, all revolving either around the boys or whether their hair/makeup/clothes were any good.

There was no attention paid to the being slipping around the shadows toward Headmistress Morgan.

"Ah, Headmaster Morgan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Like wise, Headmistress Morgan." These pleasantries were exchanged as Matthew walked his boys through the door.

As the boys walked up towards the raised platform that the teachers were seated on, both parties of young gentlemen and ladies, they were shoked at the Heads greeting for each other.

A kiss.

Rachel and Matthew looked around at their surprised students and laughed. "What? Don't tell me that the last name Morgan didn't set off any bells?"

Shame was bright red on most of the students faces. Those who were paying attention and not ogling the opposite sex, that is.

Each boy gave his grade, name and codename. As they finished the introductions and the girls stated their scores of the hottest while the boys sat down, the figure was then prounced known.

"Cammie, Cammie, wherever you are, please tell them who you are!" Rachel sang this out, knowing that even if her daughter was behind her, she wouldn't notice.

Cammie ended up being behind her father, not mother. All she did was side-step out of her dad's shadow and the whole room went up in gasps.

Rachel gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead and announced how proud she was of her little girl. Again, gasps shrouded the room.

Cammie walked up towards the front of the raised flooring and told everyone her grade, name and codename. Her's were a lot more interesting.

"My name is Cameron Ann Morgan, the daughter of Headmistress Morgan as you can see. My grade, if I were to be in school, would be a junior. And my codename is one all of you have heard of this week. I'm the Chameleon." And again, que gasps.

Cammie knew she would have to prove that, and the opportunity arrised when a certain Ms. Baxter stood up and challenged her to a match.

Right then and there, even before their thoughts were able to make it out of their mouths, Cammie would be able to prove her worth. And against Gallagher's toughest girl.

How interesting.