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Well shit. I just typed up about half the chapter, then didn't save. Now I'm pushing the save button after every two words, I'm that paranoid. Therefore, here is version 2. Before I started writing this, I planned up to chapter 11, so things should hopefully go faster now (though they are still short chapters). Yay! But for some reason I picture Cammie being mute the entire time. Hmm, story idea! (Though I need to finish this one first) Also, you guys are awesome. Within a few minutes of Chapter 3 being up I got two reviews (Yes Fluffy, I am back! My first memory will be at the bottom, and pancakes are yummy!) Anyway, here you go!
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 watched my vision grow darker as the door closed behind me, leaving me in my world.
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Cammie's POV
I waited a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I was back. Back in my world of shadows. Where I no longer had to hold up that masquerade of being chipper, happy. I could be the Chameleon, the girl who blended into everything. The real Cameron Ann Morgen. I twirled a piece of my hair around my fingers, keeping an eye out for something that was out of place, something that could lead to another adventure (yes, my clothes and stomach would have to suffer- but I'm sure the operatives saved me something) as I thought about the boys. Boys. I had never really been a fan of them, I mean, Josh was great- but Dillon? Keith Jones? The former made me want to punch something- the latter made me want to grumble. Plus, there was that whole 'Boys are evil' mantra that Macey had spent hours trying to get out of my head- it hadn't worked. I vowed I would always remember my experience, and would never tell Macey why I had almost sworn off boys- unless it was absolutely necessary or I just couldn't lie to her anymore. That's the thing. I often enjoyed being a spy, but hated the deceiving part. It always made me feel that I was unworthy, that in the end no one would want to be around me. A shiver went up my spine. If I was a normal girl, I might of thought it was because I was thinking a scary things, but I wasn't. I was a Gallagher girl. I paused for a second, and felt the breeze again. I turned my head to the left, where there was a small crack of a door that never closes properly. I searched for a trigger of some sort, and I felt a small bump to the right of the door. I pushed it, and the door swung open a centimeter. I looked left and right, to make sure I was alone in the long hall that the passage opened up to. After a few seconds, I slipped out and closed the wall behind me. I searched for the trigger on this side, finding it to be in the exact place as the one on the inside. I flicked my nail over the speck of mortar, then stood up. Checking my internal clock, I realised that I had about two hours (really, two hours 17 minutes and 23 seconds, but who's counting?) before I reached my allowed 'chameleon time' (Bex, Liz, and Macey gave me a certain time of exploring before they would presume me as kidnapped and would call my mother and she would call the director.) I'll look on the outside for now. I set off down the long hall, making a map of Blackthorne in my head.
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Zach's POV
As usual, I had finished before Grant (the food monster), and was walking back to our room early. Jonas had opted to stay behind and wait for Grant, but I knew that he just wanted to observe the girls- being the boy who knew everything, he probably wanted to create a book on understanding girls. Girls. Girls who had invaded my school. I turned the corner into the south hall, spotting something strange. A girl. But that couldn't be! I had counted all nine of the girls sitting quietly at the end of the table when I left- wait. Nine? Hadn't I counted ten when they first walked in? Oh. I was so stupid! How did I miss this before? This girl- she must of slipped away when the rest of them walked up to the front of the room. She was good. (Hehe maybe one day she'll be a Goode) I smirked, covering up my frustration. I stopped my breathing, and took a few steps towards her.
"Hey." She spun around at my voice. I smirked again. "Why weren't you at dinner?" Her eyes went slightly wide before she composed herself.
"I-I wasn't h-hungry." Oh. She stuttered. How cute. I smirked.
"You know, you do need food to survive." An adorable frown crept across her face.
"I-I'm sure that my f-friends s-saved me s-some."
"Oh? Won't your teacher be mad that you disappeared?"
"He's u-used to it."
"Well then, won't your friends be mad?"
"T-They're used to it."
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Cammie's POV
God, he just wouldn't go away, would he? I had added a stutter to make me look weak and afraid, but I was really just annoyed.
Boys are evil.
But, you had to admit, he was kinda cute. He had stunning green eyes, that could feel piercing my soul. Those eyes. They were familiar. I narrowed mine. Those eyes, those eyes, and red. Red. A woman's face flashed into my mind, a face with the exact same eyes. Similar complexion, different hair color, same smirk, same eyes. Mine widened and I spun on my heal, dashing around the corner. I spotted a crooked light hanging on the wall, and turned it straight. A gap opened in the wall, and I ducked in, the stones closing behind me.
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Zach's POV
One second I was staring her in the eyes and smirking, then she was gone. She had looked afraid of me. Why would anyone be afraid of me? She couldn't possibly know, could she? I ran after her, but she was nowhere to be seen. I let out a sigh of frustration, and set off to the place that always calmed me down. I thought about the mission in D.C. as I walked, running through the memory as I tried to spot what I had missed. First Grant and I had walked through Lincoln Square (again, making this up), walked past the library, then we split up to make it harder for our tails, after we noticed someone we had seen earlier. Grant had pretended to get on a train, and I had went into a department store. Then I had bought a crepe at a stand, then I had sat in a cafe for a few minutes. After that, I went into a couple stores, changed my clothes several times, then gone up in the elevator. I had walked out past a few tourists, then went into the Smithsonian. I wandered around for a couple minutes, bought something in the gift shop, then ran into a girl from what seemed like Alabama (No stereotypes, I live in the south and I hate it when people in other places assume that everyone in Texas thinks that 'Y'all need Jesus' about everyone else, this is just a random state I picked), and helped her get to an exhibit where he dad was meeting her. Then I had run off to the ruby slippers, where Joe had told me I didn't lose my tail, and my perfect record no longer existed. Oh. I was so stupid! (Again Zach, really?) The person we had seen was a teenage girl. What would you want to bet that the very same girl was inside of my school right now? And the only person who I had told my destination to was that girl- Carly. I had said to myself, "It's just a girl, it's not going to hurt." But no, I was wrong. She probably was here to. I tried picturing the basic structure of her face, and tried matching it to all of the girls. It only fit one- the mysterious girl that had run away from me.
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..I think I like this version more..
Anyway! Yes- It is veryyyyyy small. I know it's possible that I could add the next chapter onto this... but I want to get this out as fast as I can. :P
My first memory: I was holding up two fingers telling the lifeguard how old I was when my nanny took me to a pool one day.
Question: What random thing do you keep in your room that would mean nothing to others but a lot to you?
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~ThePiper21
