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Anyway, sorry for the slow update. I haven't really been able to get on. (Until now, of course) But, shout for joy, it is my break. I will try to update as quick as I can.

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Cammie

By four a.m. I was seriously starting to resent Joe Solomon and all of his "use your memory' training, because at that point I would have given my entire life savings (which were $947.52) to forget what had happened.

It was not the fact that I had managed to trail some boys, that were spies-in-training, with out being seen, but more of the point that I had let a simple drunk man ruin my cover.

I, the Chameleon, had been seen by everyone because of that. I suppose the fact that the drunken man and his friends hadn't seen me until he walked into me proved that my Chameleon cover was working well. I just needed to work on… not being walked into?

I sighed and rolled over, looking at my friends.

Bex was lying in the light of the window, smiling a devilish smile, probably dreaming of hostile takedowns and elaborate covers. Liz was curled up against the wall, taking up no more room than a doll, and Macey lay on her back sleeping peacefully despite the wheezing sound of air rushing past the great big diamond in her nose (I don't know how she could stand that thing). But me? All I could do was stare at the ceiling and pray for sleep, until I finally threw off my covers and brought my bare feet to the cold hardwood floor.

I swear I didn't know where I was going. Seriously. I didn't. I just slipped on a pair of tennis shoes-no socks-and crept toward the door.

Every spy knows that sometimes you just have to go on adrenaline and instinct, so when I found myself wandering dark empty hallways, I didn't ask why.

Moonlight fell through the stained glass at the far end of the corridor. I crept toward the tall bookcase at the mouth of the Hall of History and the hidden passageway it conceals. Then I heard the floor creak behind me and saw the beam of a flashlight burn through the hall before shinning in my face. I threw my hands over my eyes and started preparing alibis (I'd been thirsty, I was sleepwalking…).

'You didn't think we'd let you go without us, did you?' Bex asked.

When Macey finally lowered the flashlight, I could see Liz shivering in her thin nightgown and Bex holding open a small black case; her trusty silver lock picks shimmered in the light.

No one had to talk about what we were doing. We had started down this trail a few weeks ago and we were not turning back.

As Bex started to pick the lock on the door, I tried to sort out my thoughts.

1) Why would they lock the door the West wing, when there is a whole section in the library about how to pick locks?

2) Why would my mother claim that the East wing was contaminated by fumes from the chemistry labs, when there were no vents for the fumes to get there?

3) Why were we set to trail after spy-to-be boys, when we thought they were normal boys, only not to see them gain afterwards?

'Huh!' Bex said. 'Got it.' And the door swung open.

We stepped into a hallway we used to know. Now it led to a large open room. Deserted classrooms ringed the space, but the desks were gone. A door stood open, and I could see a bathroom had been modified to stand between the two… bedrooms? The scent of sawdust and fresh paint filled the air.

'They look like…' Liz started but trailed off. 'Suites?' she said, her genius mind trying to wrap around itself around such a simple fact.

There were desks and beds and closets.

There were bathrooms, bedrooms…

It could only mean one thing, but none of us wanted to say it.

'Boys,' I whispered at last. 'The boys are coming to Gallagher.'

There goes the answer to thought number three.

Bex grinned. 'Oooh, goody. I want one.'

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I stumbled along, rushing for the dinning hall. I was unhappy. I was late.

Not a good thing for a spy.

But hey, if your roommate steals the bathroom for so long, by the time you got in to have a shower, got out, and you were late, you'd be mad too.

I raced around one corned and seemed to run headfirst into a wall. I fell backwards and landed on my back, the wind knocked out of me.

I looked up.

And saw that it wasn't a wall.

It was a boy.

Who looked down at me.

And smirked.

And said; 'Hi again, Gallagher Girl.'

I could only sit there frozen in shock as he smirked down at me.

Another thing not good for a spy to do.

'Why the hell are you here?' I burst out.

He raised an eyebrow. 'You'll find out a breakfast.' He told me.

My eyes widened. 'Breakfast! Shoot!' A then I was past him and racing to the dinning room. A few people glanced at me as I walked in, but then went back to eating. I hurried over to Bex, Liz and Macey.

Wow, I had a lot to tell them.

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The Gallagher Academy is a school for exceptional young women for a reason. Actually, lots of reasons.

For example, by having only girls' bathrooms (not counting the faculty lounges), the mansion is able to devote valuable square footage to things like chemistry labs and TV rooms.

Also, the average teenage girl in a coeducational environment is likely to spend one hundred hours a year getting ready for school, when that time could be used for sleeping or studying or debating the merits of foot vs. vehicular surveillance in an urban setting.

Bu the biggest reason the Gallagher Academy is a school for girls is that in the late 1800s it was perfectly acceptable for boys to lean math and science and how to hold their own in a duel, while girls like Gillian Gallagher, not so much.

Gilly couldn't join the secret service-even after she'd saved the life of a president-because the other agents were afraid her hoop skirt might get in the way (when, in truth, hoop skirts were excellent for smuggling sensitive information and/or weapons.).

So Gilly did the next best thing: she opened a school where proper young ladies could learn all the things they were never suppose to need, a place where young women were free to become exceptional without the pressure or influence of boys.

But now…more than a century later…all that was about to change.

When you've spent four years living with a certain British spy-in-training who loves to practice spontaneous attacks and self-defence manoeuvres when you're brushing your teeth, it takes a lot to knock you off guard.

But boys? A boy spy school? That's one thing.

But boys, coming to Gallagher, that's a whole lot more.

"Cammie, when do you think they'll… you know…' Liz whispered to me over the table, Macey eating next to her. 'Come?"

I was about to tell her that they were here. Now. Most likely standing outside the doors.

But then my mother stood up and took the podium. "Excuse me ladies, I have an announcement to make.'

She must be about to break the news of a boy spy school to all the other girls.

Bex almost looked to me bouncing up and down with excitement. She caught my eye and gave me a small nod.

So she thought so too.

And then the back doors swung opened.

And I knew nothing would ever be the same again.

Mouths gaped. Forks and spoons dropped. Heads turned. For the first time in twelve hours, there isn't a whisper in our stone walls.

Everyone just sat gapping at the sight of fifteen boys standing in the doorway. Except me.

And Macey after she had glanced up at them once. 'That's them?' She asks me. When I nod she shrugs and goes back to eating. 'I've seen cuter.'

"Hah! He's looking at me!' Bex looks away from them for a moment. 'Oooh, Cammie! There's one looking at you.'

I glance up and look at the boy.

Once again, looking into dreamy brown eyes.

A boy who leans back against the head table and smirks at me.

'He's cute!" Bex told me.

I felt like hitting my head over and over on a wall. There's more to boys than looks. And really, does any girl want to go up to a boy she ran into and fell over just a few minutes ago again?

I wasn't listening too much as my mother went on about how Dr. Steve and his fifteen students would be staying for the semester.

I was only thinking about what hidden passageways I could use to hide in.

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Zach

We arrived a while before breakfast, so none of girls were wake or outside their rooms yet.

I have to admit, the Gallagher Academy looked nice. It was interesting to see the place where Cammie and her friends had been for the last four years.

At one point I asked if I could go to the restroom. After being directed to one, I thanked the woman and hurried away. When I was heading back to our group, who were very much eager to see the faces of the girls when they appeared at the dinning room, I heard quick footsteps from around the corner.

Alert, I slowed down to a stop just before the turn.

A shape flew around the corner and I stiffened, and it rammed straight into me. With a low 'oof' of surprise, the person fell backwards.

For a few seconds I blinked in surprise. A lay on her back on the ground in front of me. With another blink, I recognized the girl in front of me. Cammie.

I couldn't help smirking at her. She glared back at me slightly.

'Hi again, Gallagher Girl.' I told her.

"Why the hell are you here?' She asked me.

I raised an eyebrow. Could ask you the same thing. Aren't you meant to be at breakfast? "You'll find out at breakfast." I told her.

Her eyes widened. 'Breakfast! Shoot!' And then she was up and racing off again before I could say anything.

'Guess I know where she's headed.' I mumble as I join back up with my group.

"Hey, dude. Do you think they'll be cute or hot?" Grant asked me as he fell into step beside me.

I smirk. If they're all like Cammie, then they'll all look stunning. 'Of course.' I tell him.

"I want the one that was following us," He told me, a dreamy smile on his face.

For a second I think he means Cammie, and I stiffen. Then I realize he meant the one we both saw.

"She's all yours.' I tell him truthfully. I just want Cammie.

Dr. Steve turned to face us at two large doors that must lead to the dinning room.

"In a second we will head in.' He told us. 'Inside these doors, you will see the female pupils you might have to work along side in the field one day. So watch them carefully, alright?'

We all nod. There will be one girl I will watch more carefully than the rest.

Dr. Steve smiles. 'Excellent."

We all stand there waiting. Thick as the doors might be, we can hear through them as the Head Mistress announces that she has something to tell them.

Dr. Steve pushes the doors open and moves followed. We all walked through the doors and looked around.

Basically all the boys were grinning, looking at all the girls that are seated, as if they were in heaven. Some most likely are, because they haven't hung around girls too much.

And never super smart, super skilful, spies-in-training girls.

But I only look at Cammie. The girl who sits next to her, whose name we found out was Rebecca Baxter, also known as Bex, was staring at us. Well, Grant in particular.

Then she turned and whispered something to Cammie next to her. Only Cammie and the girl across the table from her don't stare at us. But then Cammie lifts her head and her eyes scan across my classmates until they lock with my eyes.

I lean back against the head table and smirk at her.

Her friend lean over and whispers something else. Cammie rolls her eyes and starts to eat again.

And still, none of the other girls seemed to have moved. They just sit there, staring at us, forks and spoons on the floor and by their plates and bowls.

I don't think I'm going to ever have another semester as amusing as this one.

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There we go. I hope it is not out of character or anything. Sorry if it is a bit boring, I tried to add some excitement.

Any comments would be very much appreciated, and if you are going to flame, I will use it to roast my marshmallows. =)

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The Gallagher Girl