*HelloagainIkindawriteinsplurtsofworksoIwillwritetwochapterseverydayfortwodaysinarowthenleaveforfourmonthsoops
Anyway, edited this chapter too! (changed a plottt pointtt)
There is no excuse. Sure, I spent my summer in five different countries (computerless for three) but then I got back.. and didn't update.. until now.. crap.
So here I was, reading fanfics about the GGs going to Blackthorne, and I was getting frustrated because I had already read all of the ones about that topic. So I said to myself, 'Piper, just work on the damn next chapter.' So here it is! I know, small, but I believe in quality over quantity. (Plus I am a slow writer.) I love you guys, thank you for being patient!
"Well, on the first day of term we couldn't find Macey, so Cammie went looking for her. She found her in the library, and they accidentally overheard you talking to Mr. Solomon about what Cammie didn't know about Blackthorne, so we decided to investigate, and Cammie found a picture of Mr. Solomon, and, uh.." She looked at me. I nodded, giving her the go." Cammie's dad wearing a Blackthorne T-shirt, and we figured out that Blackthorne was a school, and that it was where Mr. Solomon and Cammie's dad went, and so when I hacked into their website, I looked at all the student records and thats basically it. You aren't mad, are you? I'm so sorry for snooping I just wanted to know about it because, obviously, I didn't and I just wanted to know and to help Bex and Cammie and Macey and I'm so sorry is there any extra credit that I can do-"
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Cammie's POV
Liz's head leaned against my shoulder. She was sound asleep, probably dreaming about breaking a new code, or hacking into the CIA for the 16th time. How she could sleep, was a mystery. We were on our way to The Blackthorne Academy for Outstanding Young Men, and all I could think about was what laid ahead. Boys. I mean, I've had experience with boys before, but Josh Abrams wasn't a spy. I shivered as the memory of that cove-ops exam resurfaced. Hopefully Macey could help me from making a mistake again. Speaking of, she looked as if she were bored out of her mind. I was dying to ask her questions, but Anna Fetterman was asleep as well. I didn't want to wake them. I would have to wait. So instead I smiled, and waited for the helicopter we were in to touch down inside the walls of Blackthorne.
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Zach's POV
Lets' just pretend that Blackthorne's and Gallagher's covers were the same: both a 'prep school' that trains spies EXCEPT that Blackthorne has guns
After a rough day of Cove-Ops- only shy, quiet, stuttering Daniel made it back without a tail!-my roommates, Grant and Jonas, (no Nick, sorry, it just really bugs me how people are like 'OH MACEY NEEDS A GUY!' grrrr) and I headed to the great hall for dinner. When I walked in, The sign indicating what language we would be conversing in read English-American. We only ever spent the first week talking in English. Why would we be be doing it now, in the middle of term? I shrugged it off, thinking that it may have been some reward for the 7th graders acing a test, and sat down. We all waited, noticing that our headmaster, Dr. Steve, was standing behind the podium. We all flinched at the ear-piercing sound that filled the room as the mike overloaded, followed by his favorite word.
"Excellent!" I drowned him out, thinking of the girl that had tricked me. Damn. The unbeatable Zach, now with a mark on his record. At least it's not a stain. (basically an accidental kill) I frowned, gripping the edge of the table tighter as I caught onto Dr. Steve's words. "-please welcome the excellent girls from the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women!" What? I spun around in my seat and saw the doors push open slowly. Standing there, were girls. 10 of them. In my school. A school for 'outstanding young men.' Young men. Not young women.
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Cammie's POV
I stood in between Bex and Macey. I looked over the heads that were all turned towards us. I spotted Zach, sitting next to Grant Newman and Jonas Anderson. This is going to be a long year. Their eyes followed us as we made our way to the front.
Revenge.
I could feel that pass between all of the sophomores, who had recognized us from when we beat them in D.C. Note to self: Ask Macey if I had just imagined that, our if I had actually translated a boy's (or several's) look. I stood still though, not moving a muscle. With Bex on my left and Macey on my right-two extremely beautiful girls- it was easy for me to be overlooked. Instead, my eyes swept over every detail. From the four long tables in room, to the arched ceiling. I could almost picture the floating candles from Harry Potter, a movie that sometimes snuck it's way into our marathon nights. I counted the number of security cameras- 27- covering almost every single angle of the room. The camera's only blind spot was to the right of a tapestry hanging in the back right corner. Note to self: Investigate for Blackthorne for hidden passages. Meanwhile, I counted the seconds it took for my sisters to walk up to the front of the room. Noticing my chance (I reallyy didn't want to go stand up on the stage with all eyes on me,) I slipped over to the white tapestry embroidered with a black rose. I reached over, pushing the stone that was lighter than the rest ever so slightly, and slid into the gap in behind the sheet of cloth. I smiled as I watched my vision grow darker as the door closed behind me, leaving me in my world.
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Sigh. Yes, I know. It has been too long. I was reading over my old chapters, and I am going to go back and make a few edits soon. I will start working on the next chapter now, but no promises for when it will come out. :)
My biggest pet peeve (there are a few actually):
-People who look over my shoulder at my computer
-People who post a new chapter called AN or I'm so sorry guys
-People who add in 'Nick'
-That one classmate I have that finishes the teachers sentences and talks for minutes without pausing
-People who smoke- I can't stand it.
-Morning people who expect me to be a bright and cheery person and be ready in two seconds
-My mother, when she gives lectures.
-When someone walks in my room, and leaves without closing the door- even though it was that way before.
Those are some of my pet peeves- if one of you lovely people is like that, I don't care. It's just a list of things that make a vein pop out of my forehead- I don't hold anything against you if you do them-it only applies in real life (like in person) (unless you look at my computer. I just freak about that, I don't know why. I sit at the back of the classroom when we use computers; I even hid under a chair once because I had one super pesky classmate.)
I have another question: What is your first memory?
Reviews are love :)
~ThePiper21
