A/N- Hey peoples! Sorry for not updating sooner, but to be honest, I wasn't even going to update this soon. So, you can thank HeartZammieForever for this. She's like, one of my favorite authors (seriously, go read her stuff!) and she gave me a really nice review! So yes, this update is due to me being a fan of that girl, so you can thank her for this ;P
Ash: Stalker.
I am not! I can be a fan without it being called stalking!
Ash: Yeah, right. Sure.
Why are you always so-
Ash: She doesn't own GG! Trust me, she is not Ally Carter.
Hey, I came up with you, didn't I? Ouch! Meaner. Enjoy the story! :3
"Miss?" The driver asked me cautiously, as he continued to hold open my door, waiting for me to step out and accept my luggage. Problem was, my mind seemed to be working a million miles per hour and yet completely frozen at the same time. In other words, I was totally freaking out. Of course, this didn't show on the outside. I might not have been able to train at Gallagher Academy, but Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, along with my Aunt Abbey and a few other adults, had set up a temporary school in London. It was small, and no where near as spy-friendly as the Academy, but all of the original teachers were there. We had learned a lot.
Of course, I had long since learned how to control the emotions on my face, even before I started all of my extra 'academic' training. That just happens when both of your spy parents disappear and you have to live with all of these other spy adults giving you those looks and questions. I mean, it takes some serious skill to fake happiness and be able to convince operatives that you're doing fine. I had perfected that four years ago. If only I could control my actual emotions like that.
"Right, sorry. Just thinking." I told the man, who was wearing a tux and everything. I know, right? Limos and men dressed like butlers, definitely not what I was used to. Maybe I would have been if-
No,I scolded myself, no 'what-if's' that's the rule. Remember the rule Cammie.
I had made that rule about a year after my parents went MIA, having gotten sick and tired of hearing myself mope around being self-pitying. A lot had changed after that year. I got strict with myself, and my entire personality seemed to change. I was… colder than before. Don't get me wrong, I still acted like the sweet and kind Cammie that had always been me, but that was mainly to keep my friends and family from worrying about me. I didn't really feel it deep inside me. It was like something in me had broken, hardened, died the day my mom left. To be honest, I didn't think it would ever heal. Not fully. I'd always have that big, ugly scar on my heart, adding a touch of cruelness to me.
"Of course, Miss." The butler-man said, not fully believing me. It didn't surprise me much, seeing as you would have to be pretty dumb to not know I was nervous. All you would have to do is put together the pieces, no matter how well I acted. My mom was acting different (according to everyone else), I was seeing her for the first time today in a school that was now changed from the one I used to dream about, and now I was being severely slow about getting out of the car. It's not that hard to figure out I was scared, especially when you considered the fact that this man worked for Gallagher Academy, which pretty much meant he had once been a spy.
Me and my friends (mainly Bex, Liz, and Macey who had all been brought to our temporary setup in London) used to make up stories behind all the people that had once worked at the Academy. It had been fun, but also slightly depressing as it made them all remember that they might have actually been in the Academy if it hadn't been for my mom. Of course, before I could think on that I would always remind my self of the rule. No 'what ifs'.
Taking a deep breath, I kept the comforting thought of all my friends, trying to muster up some courage as I accepted my luggage from the large man in the tux, slowly stepping towards the large mansion-like school that I had so long admired.
Once I had finally made my way to the front foyer, I found myself looking around in awe. The place was still amazing! My body tensed, however, when I heard the clacking of shoes making their way purposely in my direction. Instinctively, I kept my head in the same position it had been, staring up at the tall ceiling, and looked out to see out of my peripheral vision. Just something my training had me do, seeing as I was already pretty positive on who was coming my way. Ms. Morgan, my mother, was the only other person supposed to be in the building today.
"Ah, Cammie, you made it! So good to see you dear, it's been so long! I apologize for not seeing you sooner, but you know how it is, busy busy. I can't show you to your room, I have a ton of paperwork to do, but you know where everything is already, don't you? You're the first here, so you can have your choice of the Sophomore dorms." With that hurried and oh so friendly little speech, my mother rushed off to her office. Yes, you read that correctly. My mother.
I blinked back tears, shocked and confused, before running up the grand stairs at a speed not capable of anyone who had not yet been trained the way I had. Yes, I knew where everything was. My parents had taken me on a tour of the place before they both vanished. Not only that, but I had… well, I had kind of lived here before. Yeah. You see, remember how I told you that about a year after my parents disappeared I made up the rule and got all strict with myself? During that year, I had kind off gone off the radar and hid inside the Academy. I lived here until I finally snapped out my self-pitying trance. Then I had contacted Bex and she got her family to fly me over ASAP.
Throwing my stuff on a bed that resided in my favorite dorm room, the one I had stayed in that year, I made a hasty retreat into one of the many hidden passageways inside of my old home. What can I say, there hadn't been much else to do around here than explore, and now I was glad I had. I needed the passageways. It helped me clear my head. I didn't know if anything could clear my jumbled thoughts and emotion at the moment, though. My mom had definitely changed. She acted like nothing had happened! Like her disappearance was totally the norm. How was I ever going to survive this year without breaking down and going crazy?
A/N- So what did ya think? Huh, huh? I don't care if you absolutely hated it, just please review. Even if it's a mean review, trust me, I don't get offended very easily xD
Ash: That's cause you're stupid so you never take the insults seriously. Airhead.
Do you want me to bring Javier out here?
Ash: Don't you dare *evil eye*
*Suddenly an advertisement* By the way, if you want to know who Javier is, go see my other story "The Secret Sohmas"! Even if you've never seen the shows they're based off of, you won't get lost. Pretty much all the characters are original at the moment, and everything I use from the shows I will explain, so no worries there! If only to see Ash extremely uncomfortable, please read it! xD Ouch!
Ash: Shut up!
Why? *wiggles eyebrows* Does Javier make you nervous? Ow, ow, ow! You really gotta stop burning me!
Javier: *Suddenly appears* I heard my name. *Looks over at Ash and smirks*
Ash: Grr! *Surprisingly blushes rather brightly*
Well, I'll leave those two love birds alone. No worries, we can trust them. Javier really is honorable, he just likes to tease her :P Anyway, please review!