Alright, so you guys are all probably really mad… It's been… well, a LONG while since I last updated. –Coughs awkwardly- Yeah… there IS a reason for that… You guys just, like read the chapter or something while I try to think of one…

Quote of the chapter: The people here are so nice to me; they put me in a big white room where I can here only my thoughts, then gave me a pretty jacket that lets me hug myself.

Recap –because it's been so long you might have forgotten a bit of what happened last- :

Zach and I slipped into the passageway and followed her. He finally shut up too. Good to know the word 'silence' is in his vocabulary.

Being the gentleman he isn't, Zach went first. Just in case there was any hint of danger. Like I couldn't handle myself.

My foot hit a u-even stone and I stumbled, cursing. Zach turned back from a few meters in front of me to see what the problem was. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide and fearful and he started toward me. For what must have been a few milliseconds I wondered why Zach would be so concerned about me stumbling.

And that's when the wall next to me came crashing down on top of me.

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Don't be so sentimental, no
This is love is accidental, so
Give it up, this was never meant to be
More than a memory for you

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Cammie

My body felt as if someone had pelted it with stones then cut me open and filled me up with sharp little stones.

So, to put it shortly, my body hurt. A lot.

Some sixth sense warned me there was someone in the room with me, and I managed to pry my eyes opened to look around. A middle-aged nurse was writing something on a chart right beside my bed, but glanced up and seemed to realize I was awake.

"Oh, thank goodness you're awake! We were afraid you'd slip into a comer." She set her clipboard down on a side table and smiled at me. "Right, please keep your eyes on my finger." She held out her hand, index finger pointed, and brought a small light back and forth, watching my eyes. "Your visual functions seem good. Would you like to tell me your name?"

I blinked. "Don't you already know my name?" I asked.

The nurse smiled. "Of course I know your name, we just have to check to see if your memory has damaged. Can you tell me your name?"

"Uh," I frowned and thought for a second, but came up blank. "Um… Can I… have a clue maybe?"

The nurse's smiled fell a bit. "I'm afraid not. That's alright though. How about you tell me about your parents and how you grew up?"

I bit my lip hard. "I go to a boarding school." I recalled as I searched through what tiny bit of memories I could. "I don't have a father. Something happened to him. But my mom's still around."

The nurse's smile wavered on her face, and she looked at me pityingly. "That's… good. Very good. Can you tell me your date of birth?"

When I just looked at her blankly, her face turned miserable. She patted my knee. "You just stay there, alright? You have some friends who want to come in and see you, and I need to talk to someone." About how you've lost your memory.

The words were left unsaid, but it wasn't hard to know that was what she was thinking.

I nodded and smiled at her cheerfully, pretending I was alright, but inside I was panicking. Why couldn't I remember anything? Why was I here? What had happened?

My head jerked up as a girl who could have easily been a model for any fashion magazine strolled in and walked over to me. Behind her was a skinny girl who with blonde hair, and a girl with tanned hair a beautiful dark hair.

"Hello, sleeping beauty." The tanned beauty sang. "How are you feeling?"

I stared up at her. "Um, good thanks."

The thin blonde girl spoke slowly, hesitantly. "It's true. You don't… recognize us, do you?" She asked sadly.

I slumped down slightly. "I'm sorry – I wish I did though. I can't even remember my own name."

"Well," Fashion model girl sat down in the chair next to my bed, studying her nails. "What do want to know then? We can start with names. Yours is Cameron Morgan, I'm Macey McHenry, this is Rebecca Baxter-"

"Bex." Bex snapped. "Don't you dare call me Rebecca."

Macey rolled her eyes. "Fine, that's Bex Baxter. And your last little friend standing over there is Eliz- Sorry, Liz Sutton."

"Cameron Morgan." I muttered to myself. My name, finally.

"Everyone calls you Cammie though." Liz told me. "Cammie the Chameleon, because you are really good at staying camouflaged wherever you are, and no one can spot you."

It felt weird to have people tell me who I was. It felt like I should know who I was, what I was good at, who my friends were… But until I got my memories back –if I did- I was going to have to trust them.

Liz smiled warmly at me. "That doesn't really matter though. What matters is getting you through this."

Bex nodded. "We will get through this together. There's no 'I' in team, and that's what we are."

"There is a 'me' in it though if you jumble it up." I commented.

Macey snorted in amusement as Bex sent me a scathing look.

"And Cammie the Chameleon is back!" Liz grinned.

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Zach

I ran my hand through my hair, which as already sticking up and looking weird because I had been doing tat for the past hours.

Cammie.

How is she?

How bad was she hurt?

How could I have not gotten to her in time?

How could I have missed that was going to happen?

How long until she awakes?

How-

One of the nurses that had been looking after Cammie came walking toward me. I knew all of Cammie's nurses by heart now. There was the one who was walking toward me now, with her blond hair, blue eyes and about 37. She had a small birthmark just under her chin on the right side, and the two blue pearl earrings that she always wore. Then there was the one with brown hair and hazel eyes that must be over fifty and had-

"Are you alright?"

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked up. "Fine thanks." I muttered shortly.

"Well, um… I have good news and bad news." The nurse announced.

Dread filled me. The look on the woman's face, the way she walked with slow hesitating strides…

"Miss Morgan has awaked, and none of her injuries are bad, and they are all healing well. But the wound she got to the head has given her amnesia. She can recall a few main points of her life, like where she goes to school, but other than that she can't remember a thing."

I felt my head drop into my hands. She couldn't remember nearly anything. But that was okay. As long as she was going to get better, that was okay.

"I'm sorry." The woman put a hand on his shoulder. "But there is a chance he will remember one day. Now, she's got some of her friends in there with her at the moment, but if you want to go and see her in a little while, I can bring you over."

I nodded, my eyes still shut.

I'm so sorry Cammie.

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Cammie

My three best friends had just left, and I was left to ponder over everything. In the corner of my eye I caught movement and quickly looked up.

A tall girl entered. She had tanned skin and blonde and brown streaked hair. The way she stopped and looked back out the door to check to make sure no one else was around made me suspicious, but I pretended I didn't see the lances as she made sure we were alone.

"Who are you?" I demanded from my hospital bed, not looking at all threatening.

She simply stared at me; her hazel eyes were showing her inward battle about some decision.

"Give the amnesia girl a little help here, and how about tell her your name and why you're here?" I commanded.

She smirked at me. "Ium ala…" She rasped.

I frowned. "I don't really speak whatever language that is, and believe me I can speak a lot of languages."

She coughed harshly and thumped her chest as if she was trying to clear her airway.

"Are you alright?" I questioned, struggling to sit up.

She waved her hand at me to tell me to stay where I was. "I'm… fine. Just been a… while… since I… talked…"

I settled back down on my bed and watched her carefully as she settled in one of the chairs near my bed.

"My name… is Alyia Esperanza. Aly for short. We're not really friends. We've… barely known each other for that long even. We don't even… trust each other. Everyone thinks I'm mute though… and cannot talk. So I'd appreciate if you don't tell anyone about this." She told me, her voice cutting out a few times.

"What I'm about to tell you, though, is very important. And you can't tell anyone. Not your friends, your mom or anyone else you trust. No one." She continued, before pausing to make sure that I nodded before she went on. "So… From what I heard from the nurse, you remember that your father left. He didn't leave exactly… more like, he was captured. I'm really, really sorry, Cammie. About what I'm about to tell you."

My hands clenched into fists. I knew what Aly was going to say before she even said it.

"They killed him Cammie. And I saw it happen. He was… brave though. Determined and strong until the end. I didn't end up in Gallagher Academy for my random reason. There's something I've got to do. And I need your help to do it." Aly stopped and looked at me pleadingly.

I eyed her warily. "And why can't I tell my friends about this? Or my mom?" I demanded.

"Safety." Aly answered at once. "There are few people alive who know about what I've just told you. And if the people who killed him even get the tinniest little rumor that you or anyone else that know about it, they will kill you without questioning you, without hesitation."

"Then why did you tell me?" I asked softly.

Aly sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Because he was your father. You have a right to know. But no on else. If it gets out that I know and told people, I don't want everyone to die because of me." She jumped to her feet and clapped her hands. "I think I hear someone coming. Remember, I'm just the new kid at your school who is mute. You don't trust me, you don't know I can speak, and you sure as hell don't know that I know who kidded your father."

I nodded once, to show I understood, and Aly quickly left the room. My head dropped back onto the pillow and I let out a groan as the head wound started to hurt again. My head jerked right back up as someone new walked into the room, and greeted me with relief in their voice.

"Hello, Gallagher Girl."

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Does anyone have any thoughts on what happens next? I'm going to be honest.

I don't.

I planned the start of this story, and the very end-ish. Other than that… It's kinda a let's-make-this-up-as-I-head-along. I do know how it will finish; it's just how to get there is what the trouble is.

But I think it's turning out fine at the moment. =)

So sorry it's been so long! I know the chapter isn't the best, but at least there is a new one now. ;D

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The Gallagher Girl

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