HI PEOPLE

MEE again, I have been editing my chapters so RE-READ! The plot changes a bit.

YES, I REALISE THAT CAMMIE'S CHARACTER CHANGED REALLYY QUICKLY. This is because she is the Chameleon, and when she portrays a person she tries to make her thoughts match the cover. So much, that when she is around other people, she forgets herself. (Almost, sometimes she breaks though)

To sum up my words: Cammie pretends to be someone else around other people. She plays the character so well, that she believes it herself, until she is alone. THIS IS IMPORTANT CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Ms. Carter owns the characters, and the basic plot. And names. And the world (in the story.) And a bunch of other stuff.

Recap:

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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Cammie POV

"CAMMIE DARLING!" The creek in the forest disappeared.

"WAKE UP!" Ugh. Morning.

"CAMMIE!" I pulled the covers over my head, and buried my head under my pillow.

"CAMERON ANN MORGEN!" No. Sleep.

"I AM GOING TO COUNT TO TEN. IF YOU AREN'T MAKING YOUR WAY OVER TO THE BATHROOM BY THEN, I AM GOING TO DUMP THE BUCKET OF ICE-COLD WATER ON YOU." I grumbled.

"ONE."

"TWO."

"THREE." I opened my eyes a crack and saw that Bex wasn't lying.

"FOUR."

"FIVE." I sat up.

"SIX."Rubbing my eyes, I placed my feet on the floor.

"SEVEN."Thanking the soft rug beneath my feet, I pushed myself up.

"EIGHT." I started walking toward the bathroom.

"NINE."

"Ok, Ok, I'm going!"

"There you go! See, it wasn't so hard!"


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Liz POV

Macey was the first one up. She usually got up early, showered, and did her make-up, and then helped with ours. But when she woke me and she was still in her pajamas, I knew something was up. She reached up and did a little twirl, as if to say "Oh, isn't the day beautiful?" However, when I saw her reach down to her necklace- given to her by Cammie- and grab it as if she were nervous, I knew better. That was The Operatives' code for, "There are bugs." I stretched, yawned, and pushed my hair behind my ear in response. That meant, "Confirmed."

Macey then went to wake up Bex, who also usually got up early. When she did, she yelled, "Wake up Rebecca!" and then proceeded to have a 'staring match' with the now furious Bex. However, they were really actually using our facial language. She told her to wake Cammie up, loudly, and stall for time. Bex asked why, and Macey again grabbed her necklace.

I assumed she had a plan, and when she went over to my suitcase (still not fully unpacked,) and grabbed my 'make-up 'bag (it was really the bag with most of the bug-related technology that I created (You never know when you might 'need to use someone's bathroom.') She pulled me into the bathroom, while telling me that I was going first and to get my shower stuff. As I went back into our room and grabbed my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, she turned on the shower as high as it would go. I got the general idea of her plan, so I stalled for time by pretending to not be able to find my showers supplies.

When I got back into the bathroom, there was a decent amount of steam. Macey opened my 'make-up' bag, getting it ready, and started testing the 'make-up.' I had designed everything to look like actuall make-up, but the 'hairspray' was really a chemical that disconnected signals being sent to and from bugs. Once Macey gave me the 'thumbs up' sign and walked out of the bathroom, I started on my shower.


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Cammie POV

When it was my turn to shower and protest about letting Macey put on my make-up, I was told the story of the morning. Some idiot had planted bugs in our room and bathroom- our freaking bathroom- and thought cameras were a good idea. Luckily Macey saw them, and was able to use Liz's Bugspray (designed to look like hairspray) and get rid of the ones in the bathroom. It would work because we left the ones in our room functioning, so whoever set up the bugs would think the steam would have caused it. We agreed on a plan (in the bathroom, we figured it out by 'grabbing' things from then bathroom during other's make-up sessions,) and decided that over time, we would slowly kill all of the bugs. We wanted to play dumb, and make the boys underestimate us. Since they would (hopefully) never get the chance to service the bugs, the jerks that placed the bugs would think that each dead one was just malfunctioning. It was a bit of a sacrifice- I mean, being watched in your sleep, that brought back bad memories-but we agreed that we could make it work and only change in the bathroom.

Speaking of the room, The Operatives found me after dinner was over (it was so unfair-I still had and hour and 24 seconds on chameleon time left.) Apparently Mr. Solomon was a bit miffed that I had decided to skip the evening meal and had requested that they find me so he could take us to our room. I counted 32 passages on the way, and made note to investigate them later. My thoughts were a disturbed when the door to our suite was opened. I saw only one thing. Pink. Lots of pink. And frills.

I looked at my sisters, and saw that they shared my emotions.

Goddamn sexist men.


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Zach's POV

It was 7:17 when the Gallagher girls arrived in the dining hall. The sign this morning read French-Southern and the conversations of "That girl was really hot" and "I'm going to make the british one my girlfriend" dropped off. This time, I made sure to count ten. They silently walked over to the buffet and grabbed an arrangements of breakfast before going and sitting at the end of one of the tables. They stayed silent, and I started to wonder if it was possible that they didn't know how to speak French. How were they going to be spies if they couldn't speak French, a basic language?


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Cammie POV

All of the girls met outside of our rooms. No doubt the hall was bugged as well, so we told our sisters using the first language every Gallagher girl learns (a Gallagher girl sign language made up of small movements that would appear normal to others.) We agreed that we would try and appear weak and dainty. We would stay silent and pretend that we only knew English and small fragments of other languages, go down in P&E, and try to stick together to appear frightened by the new situation.

We walked into the dining hall together, ate, and then left (There was no waffles-only pancakes! It was an outrage!) We were there for a total of 13 minutes, and heard several whispers about us. I surveyed the room covertly, and my eyes met Emerald Green ones. My eyes narrowed, and yet again a flash of red covered my vision. I shook my head slightly, then turned my back.


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Well, that went well-ish. My writing seems to be getting more and more depressing as it goes on. T_T

Short chapter but more is comeing!

The random thing in my room that means a lot to me but nothing to others: Probably the giant green butterfly that hangs in the corner of my room. And the other smaller butterflies that are climbing off the wall and into the air. They used to be my favorite things to play with as a kid; I would try and jump up and spin them (they have changed corners over time.) My mother keeps asking me if I want to get rid of them, and I always shout: "NOOOOO!" :)

Question (This is a weird one): How many mirrors are in your house?

Reviews are love :)

~ThePiper21