Recap: "This isn't over, Blackthorne Boy." I sneered at him. When I gave one last check up on his student, I swear, I saw Tina Walters (yep! I researched about all his students!), glaring after my shadow.

This was going to be a fun year!

Here we go!

Chapter 4

I rolled on my sides thinking about everything.

I. Got. Caught.

I know it would seem like I'm overreacting but I'm a chameleon! And pavement artists like me don't get caught! I do admit I have been a wee bit cocky, but he was waaaay cockier!

'you caught him before he caught you.' my mind retorted.

But still! I can't afford having to lose to someone like him! Okay, sure he's some hottie but it doesn't lessen the possibility of him beating me in my own game. I was known as the chameleon... The legacy! They wouldn't use it for nothing. Ugh! I shouldn't let him get to my head or I'll lose my touch.

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BUT HE'S SO FREAKING ANNOYING!

Stop, Cammie! Stop. I should concentrate in my missions and further accomplishments.

I let out an exasperated sigh and rolled back to my initial position. I drifted to dreamland and guess who starred in it...

"Cammie, honey, wake up." I opened my eyes to see mom shaking me.

"ouhghaa." I groaned.

She laughed at me but was quickly changed by worry. "You were screaming." She stated it. It was neither question nor accusation. It was her mere sympathetic report. "You were dreaming about him."

I looked away from her and to the windows of the hotel. I can't let anyone know my weakness, or much worse, the only thing that let me do whatever. I have to find him. I just have to. But as much as I hated this fact, I was still a trainee. I will always be for another two years. I sighed and decided to nod at my mother. She gave an exasperated sigh and gestured for me to clean up and pack.

It took me half an hour to pack everything and another half an hour to clean up and get dress. I waltz out of my room and into the living room to see unexpected visitors.

"Squirt!" Abby shouted and hugged me tightly.

"Ah. I just hope when this two are in Gallagher, that you will keep them from trouble, Rachel." I saw Grandma with papers on her hand, as she warns my mom.

Mom laughed and said, "I hope they obey me."

"I'm a very responsible adult." Aunt Abby pouted like a baby. Then he decided to report his existence in the room by laughing at Aunt Abby's remark.

"Yeah, Abby. You're are so responsible." Uncle Joe stretched the word so and smirked at him.

'Agh! Stupid smirks.' I thought just as Aunt Abby echoed it out.

"Well, sweet cake," Grandpa draped an assuring arm around my shoulder and grabbed my bags. "You have to go."

Then something clicked to me. "I thought you were on a mission?"

"I returned to see my Granddaughter get in to the prestigious Gallagher Academy. No one wants to miss that." He chuckled but another man came to my mind. Dad… He won't miss this for sure. He's return just like Grandpa.

I looked up to see why the laughing had stopped, and I saw their concerned faces. I quickly recompose my poker face and invited them to go down. I rode with Aunt Abby, Mom, Uncle Joe and Dr. Steve (he was in the car earlier and was having some problems I don't even want to know). Grandma and Grandpa were on their Mercedes.

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"Well, this is it." Mom gestured to my new home. This is Gallagher Academy, the school for the snobby rich girls and now merging with Blackthorne, the school for delinquent boys which will also merge with Bernelle Protection Program. I know for a spy fact that only 5 boys and 5 girls will be from Bernelle since they have only few spy trainees. Blackthorne would only have 50 boys to join since this is the first ever 'three-way' Merge. It wouldn't be a surprise if Avizor would exchange, too.

"Kiddo, you gotta settle on your room. Since you're no Bernelle and they are already enough, and you are technically a true Gallagher student, you will be rooming with Gallagher students." Mom said.

I just nodded and got my keys to my room. I practically flew through the long stairs and to the West Wing where girls would be staying.

"Wow. It's a new record." I said to myself. I got into my room and gaped at the scenery. I quickly recovered from my surprise and started unpacking. I have to say that, that was a big No-No to spy. Spy rule #1: Never give your emotions a chance to show up uninvited.

Once I was done, I absorbed the room. The corners of each bed had almost the same designs. I saw the names on the headboards already, 'Bex, Macey, and Liz.'

"I guess I'll have to hack CIA to find them." I muttered. I looked at my corner and it wasn't as empty as the others. I already have a high tech Computer Table with…a closet? We all have our own closets? Okay, THAT I didn't know.

I took the chance to walk inside the walk-in closet to see amazing things. I looked at them one by one. They were all designer outfits in a hang. The hang would have to hangers attached to each other, depending on the clothing. Some had jeans on it and dress shirts or shirts, etc! Below was a row of killer boots! No kidding! It was those boots I love using. They won't hurt your feet so much, but there's still a pain. Hey, being pretty hurts. I laughed at my short outburst and looked around more. There were hats and caps, gloves and scarves. I saw the note near the light switch. It says:

Hey squirt,

While you're staying here, I should let you know we let them go to town. Knowing your fashion sense is as genius as Rachel's cooking (you could guess that she hit me), we thought about shopping for you. Yeah, no need to thank us. Don't let anyone see your killer boots! I'm kidding.

Hope you have a great time in Gallagher,

Abby and Rachel

Aw. This is why I love Mom and Aunt. No! I'm kidding. I love them no matter how bad Mom's cooking is or irresponsible Abby is.

I was going to turn the lights off, but I saw a small button near the door mat. I pressed it and the closet turned around, then boom! It was MY style of clothing. Some of my cowgirl outfit and my average rated outfit. Can you blame me? I'm a pavement artist and I enjoy looking average. I saw another note and read it.

Morgan,

I knew you would find this. Here's your real closet from back home. I realized you like being you, and not Abby's clone.

Mr. Solomon

PS: Never call me Joey in school hours.

I had to laugh at that. Once I heard the cars stopping and doors opening and closing, I had to get out. I turned the switch off and ran out of the closet. Just as I was about to run out the room, I bumped into…

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