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Again, Revised Edition so enjoy! :)
When Cammie came to, she was surrounded by millions of people.
She looked at the sign above her head and it read "New York: The Biggest City in this country!".
She knew where she was now.
After standing up and patting the dirt off of her dress, her secret girl/princess/spy powers kicked in, and she became suspicious about everything around.
Too bad she didn't like attention.
She was getting a lot of weird stares now.
She just ignored them and walked on till she came to this road full of townhouses on each side.
While staring at a particular house made of moldy, old, red bricks and cracked windows, she bumped into a man.
The man was in his early twenties, wearing a suit from New York & Company , about 6'2", had dark brownish hair, and had emerald eyes that glowed in the dim night.
With him, a little girl holding his hand.
"Sorry!" Cammie said as looked away from the man's eyes.
"It's ok. Are you new here?" asked the man with his deep voice.
"Yes… yes I am," was Cammie's reply.
She was too suspicious of this guy.
She didn't want anybody to find out who she was.
"Well, I'm Zachary Goode. You can call me Zach. And this little girl behind me is my niece, Cassandra Goode. Say hi Cassandra," Zach said to the little girl.
Cassandra, the little girl, had bright red hair, big hazel eyes, and a red dress on.
"Hewwo!" she said with a finger in her mouth.
"She's four. Her parents, my older brother and his wife, died in a car accident when she was just a few months old," he explained with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"I'm Cammie," Cammie said while picking a hole in the dress from when she fell down that well.
"Do you live anywhere around here?" Zach asked, concern growing on his overly handsome face.
"No," Cammie replied.
"Well, let's go to my house, so you can get out of that ripped and dirty dress," he offered.
Being the girl she was, she couldn't say no to his kind offer, so they walked a block or two and came to this white townhouse.
He took out a pair of keys, unlocked the door with a click, and held it open for Cammie.
"Thank you!" Cammie said to him when he closed the door. "Sweetie, why don't you go change out of that dress? When you're done, I'll read you a story, ok?" he asked Cassandra.
Her eyes twinkled when he said he'll read her a story and she ran to her room with a quick ok.
"Follow me," he commanded, and Cammie followed him upstairs to the attic that was filled with women's clothing.
"They were all my sister's until she moved out. Said she didn't need them anymore and left them here," he answered to her un-asked question.
"Here," he said while tossing me a t-shirt and sweatpants.
The t-shirt had "I didn't ask to be a princess, but hey if the crown fits!"on the back.
The sweatpants were a plain black.
"Thanks," she said once again.
"No prob. If you don't have anywhere to go, you could stay here for the night," he asked.
"Thanks again," Cammie said while thinking that she should stop saying thank you.
After following him downstairs, he pointed to the right and said, "Last door on the end of this hall." She thanked him again and went down the hallway to the room.
After opening the door, she was thinking How much does this guy own?
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