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I managed to contain my laughter (I can't say the same about Joe though). I turned to Zach and raised an eyebrow, I put a hand on my hip and said, "And what do you know about the Chameleon,"

Zach looked confident when he leaned forward and said "I know he's everything you're not!"

That made me angry, "May I ask how you know the Chameleon is a boy?"

I got a look from the rest of the class as if to say `duh – everyone knows that`. I stood up straight and looked over to Joe who had finally managed to contain himself.

"Mr Goode, I'm not sure you have been paying complete attention to what I have been saying these past few months – I never once told you the gender of the Chameleon I have only ever told you it's traits."

Joe paused and looked around the room covering each of the boys, "Can anyone tell me what these traits are?"

I knew what he was doing, the boys wouldn't believe us if we just told them that I was the Chameleon, we had to get them to acknowledge me before they could find out who `me` really was. Grant raised his hand cautiously, "The Chameleon has dirty blonde hair – but sir, that could be anyone?"

Mr Solomon nodded then walked over to the computer and opened up a folder of pictures. Pictures of me, none of them were showing my face, but they all showed distinguishable features. Joe put it on a slide show, the first picture came up, and it was a picture of my hand.

The picture showed the ring that I had on, the ring my father had given me shortly before he went MIA, it had a purple stone on it and was silver, it was like my great great great grandmother's or something like that.

The picture also showed the nail polish that I was wearing that week. Each nail was a different colour; I thought it looked rather cool. Luckily I had done the same thing with my nails before I came here.

The next picture was of my neck, it showed a thin, almost warn away scar, my breath hitched in my throat and everyone turned to look at me, I chose to ignore them and just stared straight ahead at the screen.

Joe started to explain how I got the scar and I closed my eyes trying to wash away the painful memories. "The Chameleon was ten years old when they got this scar. What can you tell me about the Chameleon's bone structure?"

Solomon was talking directly to Zach at this point; Zach cleared his throat and managed to say, "It's a woman?" He sounded shocked.

"Yes Zachary, the Chameleon is a woman, in fact she is a seventeen year old girl," Joe smiled as he said the last part. These boys didn't know what was coming for them.

The next picture came up on the screen it was picture of my side – just above my hip. I had a tattoo done for my sixteenth birthday, courtesy of Macey, who decided it was time I marked who I was, I wasn't too happy about it at the time but it seemed to be coming in useful now.

The tattoo was a purple Chameleon, it was done as if it was crawling up my side, it was quite small and not too obtrusive. How they got the picture was beyond me and I muttered to myself "Well that's just embarrassing!"

Apparently I said it a bit louder than I thought I did because everyone turned around to stare at me properly now. Joe sighed and said, "Just tell them Cam,"

So I walked around the side of the classroom to stand at the front by Joe. I pointed to my head and stated "Dirty blonde hair," I then held out my nails, "Multicoloured nails," I took a deep breath and drew back my hair and leaned forward, "Scar," I managed to coke out pointing to it. I straightened up again and pulled up the side of my green vest top a bit, "Chameleon tattoo,"

I walked over to Zach and said, "So yes Zach, I do think I'm the Chameleon," Then ignoring all the stares that I got I picked up my bag and walked out the door.

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