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So, any big news happen where you live? I was woken this morning by almost falling out of my bed because of an earthquake that measured 7.4 (7.2 or 7.1 in some areas) on the scale. God, that was creepy but so exciting! I also found out how hard it is to take cover under a table that has its supports in the middle. – . –

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Cammie

I walked over to my mother, never removing my eyes from Aly. The new girl watched me back, just as careful. I wonder where she came from? I'll have to ask my mom later.

"I need you to show Aly to her room, since she is staying." Mom told me.

I blinked slowly. She's staying already? Great. (Note the sarcasm) Didn't take her too long to decide at all.

"Who is she staying with?" I know it can't be me; I'm already with Macey, Bex and Liz.

"Eva Alvarez, Anna Fetterman and Courtney Bauer. You know where their room is?" Mom replied.

I strongly resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course I knew where their room was! Instead I just nodded.

Mom turned to Aly who had been standing quietly beside her. "You remember Cammie from before? Good. Follow her, and she'll show you to your room."

I sighed and nodded again, gesturing for the girl to come after me. I could be doing something so much better at this moment, like beating Bex in another sparring round. Why couldn't someone else show Aly to her room?

As I led the way down the hall, I watched Aly from the corner of my eye. She gazed back steadily, seemingly no intimidated by my staring.

"Are you really mute?" I asked her disbelievingly.

She just kept staring at me and shrugged.

"Were you able to speak once?" I pressed on, trying to see if I could find some sort of slip up.

There was a long silence. I started to think she wasn't going to answer when Aly gave one quick nod of her head.

Hah! I knew she must have been able to talk sometime. I bet she could still talk now, like I when I saw her about to speak to Bex, then stop herself.

"Did you stop speaking because something happened?" I asked, wondering how much I could get out of her before she stopped answering me.

Another slow nod.

"Could you talk now if you tried?"

Now she's gone back to shrugging.

I watched her carefully as we walked down a hall. Aly's room was up ahead.

Aly put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a small violet pad.

I don't know if I could talk now. It's been a long, long time. She scribbled on with a pen she got out of her other pocket.
I realized she must use this pad when she wanted to talk. No wonder Aly didn't bring it out much. It took to long to write everything she wanted to say.

"Why don't you try? Why do you keep silent?" I questioned.

Aly shrugged yet again and write quickly on her pad.

I vowed I wouldn't until I completed something. Besides, I prefer my silence. You hear more when you don't speak.

I realized she wasn't going to answer any of my questions after that. My interrogation had gone well. Mom had said she never talked, or at least, no one had ever heard her. But she had talked once upon a time, until something happened.

We stopped by the door of Eva, Courtney and Anna's room. I could see a small stack of bags at by the door. I raised an eyebrow at it. Aly clearly didn't have much stuff.

"This is your room." I informed her, speaking the obvious. I pushed open the door and could see straight away which bed was Aly's.

Despite the fact you could see her bed was newer than the other three, the new bed was made up neatly and had nothing on the small table by its head, while Eva, Anna and Courtney's beds were made up a little messy, and had loads of things crammed onto the bedside table.

Aly nodded and grabbed her bags, hauling them inside. She brought them over to her bed and set them down, sitting on her bed and bouncing a few times on it.

I glanced at her and turned away. Mom told me to bring Aly to her room. I had done that. She said nothing about what I had to do afterwards, so I decided to meet up with Bex as she left PE.

A mini violet paper-aeroplane drifted by and landed on the floor in front of me. Smiling slightly, I leaned down, picked it up and started unfolding it.

What do I do now?

I turned back to face Aly. "I dunno. What did mom tell you?"

Aly wrote something down on her pad, ripped the piece of paper off, and folding another paper-plane so fast I was even impressed.

I caught it this time as she threw it to me.

Not much. She told me about the school, you know, spy stuff, then brought me down to your class so you could show me to my room.

Right. Not much then.

"Do you know any languages?" I asked her.

Her response was quick.

English.

I rolled my eyes. "Other than English." I told her dryly.

Spanish, French and German.

Hmmm… Why would she know so many languages?

Other languages interested me. I took a lot of classes at my old school.

Whoops, I must have said that out loud. Huh, ever since Zach cam along I seem to find all these bad habits…

"That's good." I told her. "Every day we speak a different language from the day before for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Most of us know at least twelve different languages. You have lot of catching up to do."

Aly scribbled something down, tossed to aeroplane to me, and let herself fall back limply to rest on her bed.

Oh joy!

I looked at her note and shrugged. "Hey, if you don't mind trying to learn a lot of languages quickly, good for you."

Aly sighed and chucked me another note.

I was being sarcastic.

I flowed slightly. "Oh. Well, I guess it is kind of hard to write something sarcastically."

There was a silence for a few seconds before I backed a few steps away.

"I should really head back to class. You could like, unpack your stuff and make yourself at home. If you want, you can have a shower."

Aly nodded.

Thanks.

"That's alright." Told her as I opened the door and left heading back down the hallway. PE ended in five minutes, so I might as well head to the next class of the day.

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Covert Operations Report

The Operative Morgan interrogated the new girl successfully today. Alyia Esperanza (Hereafter referred to as the Subject) told – err, wrote- Operative Morgan that she had once been able to talk, though the headmistress told both Operative Morgan and Operative Baxter that no one had ever heard her speak. The subject also declined to talking, claiming she had to complete something before she utter a single word.

Operative Sutton has been working on hacking into the Subject's file. Someone clearly does not want anyone to see what is in the file.

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I was sitting on my bed that night discussing the new girl with Bex, Liz and Macey, when the conversation somehow changed until they were talking about Blackthorne boys.

Bex sighed. "Grant is so hot."

Macey shrugged. "I've seen better, but he's not a bad catch."

"I think Liz muttered, while blushing deeply.

"Ahh, nerd love." Bex grinned, and had Liz hit her with a pillow, which turned out to be a big mistake.

Bex grabbed her pillow. "PILLOW FIGHT!"

Turned out a couple of the next door rooms heard us and came piling in with their pillows. Liz ran for cover, tripped over her computer cord, and dove under her desk.

After that it was chaos. You'd swing and hit one person with your pillow, and be hit two times yourself. Quite a few pillows broke, and then there were feathers everywhere. I was laughing so hard I could barely swing my pillow and hit anyone.

"What the hell?"

Only a few people heard the voice and turned to look. A very shocked looking Grant with Zach and Jonas standing behind him stood in the doorway of our room.

"Don't just stand there!" Bex cried as she threw a pillow at each of them. "Join in!"

Grant and Zach didn't need much more encouragement, back Jonas fled to join Liz under the desk.

I'm not too sure who I was hitting exactly, but then I came face to face with Zach and gave him a good whack on the head.

Witch kind of sucked, because then my pillow broke and I was left without a weapon. I ducked as he swung his pillow at me.

"Girls against boys!"

I'm not too sure who called that out, but things were suddenly not looking too good for Grant and Zach.

Everyone crowded around and started hitting them with the pillows. More and more pillow kept bursting. Soon the whole floor looked like a white carpet.

Someone gave a small cough at the doorway. I'm not sure how I heard it, but I know everyone else did too. Someone's pillow ripped open just before we all turned, and so we ended up looking at Mr. Solomon sheepishly with feathers floating all around us.

"Mr. S…" Bex smiled guiltily. "Would you like a pillow?"

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Yeah, sorry, it has been a while. I did start this chapter a little while ago; I just haven't had much time working on it. (You'll see I just started a new story, as I said at the top of that, we were away camping.

So anyway, a friend from school started reading this book, and really wants me to update it. HEY LUCY! ^-^

Just so you know, there might be a few spoilers for OGSY and DJGC in this. Just warning you…

This chapter isn't the longest either. Sorry 'bout that.

Review?

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The Gallagher Girl ;)