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Hey people. Sorry I haven't updated. I've been grounded and stuff. Sorry if this is short. I'll try to make the next chapter longer. :]One thing can change your life. We go down one path, only to be stopped, and then we must follow another. That's what my grandma from Nebraska always told me. We can never get too comfortable in our own shoes because we grow out of them, which basically means that life is full of never-ending changes. I can take that--changes, I mean-- but I can not take my dad disappearing, red envelopes, stealing a car, jumping out of a plane, watching twenty people die, and then coming to England (especially since the only exotic place I've been to was Nebraska) in just twelve hours. I didn't think my poor body could have taken that but yet here I stand, cold and wet at some random place in Great Britain.

"We're here!" Bex announced happily, stating the obvious. As soon as we pulled the boat in, she jumped off and ran throughout the dock, holding out her arms and spinning. A passerby would think she was just enjoying the scenery but this odd instinct in me knew that was only half of it. "Cammie!" she cried enthusiastically as if we've been best friends for life. "Come on!" I bounded after her, shivering in the towel that incased me. I began laughing at her carefree movements, wondering all the while if I could ever be like that again--carefree I mean.

Behind me, Mr. Solomon and Bex's dad followed, talking quietly about something. Whatever it was, it was important. I could tell by their frantic gestures. Oh wait! I forgot about the letters. "Mr. Solomon?" I said timidly, clutching the note into my hands. I didn't know how I could get all shy all of the sudden. Even though I wasn't loud and outgoing, I'm not scared of passing news onto someone.

I was just about to mention the letter when someone on a bike came whizzing pass me, gently elbowing me. Well, it was supposed to gentle I think, but the momentum of the guy knocked me over, which took away the last of my patience. "What's your problem?" I screamed to him from the ground, not caring if I was being rude for once in my life.

He looked back quickly and for a second, his blue eyes locked onto mine. Oh. My. Gosh. Was that the guy from the plane? No, it can't be. I'm probably just seeing things. Maybe I'm becoming delirious. I laid there, dumbfounded, until people with English accents were yelling at me to get off the side of the street. "Sorry," I mumbled and stood up, almost falling again from something red beneath me. Oh crap. It was another envelope. These envelopes were becoming a sign of bad luck.

I picked it up nonetheless, and concealed it in my towel. "Yes, Cammie?" Mr. Solomon asked. It took me a few moments to remember what we were talking about.

"I got some--" I paused, trying to figure out how to phrase this, "news that said your head boss needs you back for business?" I watched Mr. Solomon's poker face show an ounce of panic.

"Where could you have gotten that piece of information?" he asked but I only shrugged, remembering the first letter. I couldn't tell anyone about it. He kept a steady gaze on me, realizing I wouldn't say anything, before continuing, "Are you sure this is legit?" I nodded quickly. I watched him share the slightest glance with Mr. Baxter. "You can take Cammie," I saw him mouth. I'm glad I could read lips or I wouldn't know anything these men were saying.

Mr. Solomon started off in the opposite direction when I stopped him, "Wait. I have one more thing. I don't know who said this but they said that it wasn't your fault. Things just happen." For the first time, I saw emotion in that man's face. He turned away, ignoring me.

I hate these stupid red envelopes! From what I could tell, no one liked the news that was in it. "Cammie!" Bex called out to me for the second time that day, pulling me out of self-wallowing. "Let's go! Bloody hell. I forgot that you're probably freezing right now!" I shuffled up to her to find her holding a change of clothes. "I had to guess your size so don't eat me if I'm wrong. You can change in a bathroom or something. I think that those ones over there haven't been quarantined." She wrinkled her nose and point to some run-down bathrooms. "We'll wait for you over there." She headed to the bench and waved at me.

I was ten feet away from the restrooms when I could already smell the odor. Oh crap. This was disgusting. I daintily pushed open the door and saw paper towels strewed across the floor and graffiti covering the walls. Yuck.

I finally made my way to the bathroom stalls and took out the letter I found next to me. I don't know how these mysteriously found their way to me and I didn't like not knowing. All I wanted was answers, not more questions. I squinted at my name and read:

Cameron Morgan:

There's been a change of plans. News travels fast and I heard of the incident above the Atlantic. I'm relieved that you've survived. However, you're not going to London anymore. Stay with Duchess. Remember to say nothing to anyone. Trust no one except them. Whatever they put you through will be difficult, but the ends will fit together. Duchess will tell you the truth. I've talked to her already about it. Listen to what she says. Don't trust too easily and stay on your guard.

Sincerely,

A friend

P.S. Suzy hasn't been neglected. We've taken care of her.

I tore up this letter, but immediately regretted it. All I knew right now was this third envelope told me three things. More danger was ahead, Duchess (whoever that was) would help me, and Suzy was ok. The only thing I liked out of that was the Suzy part. Already, I wished I could go back to being that carefree girl. My grandma was right. One thing can change your life. And I knew I was not going to like it.

Hey people. I really am going to try to update faster, especially because spring breaks coming. Anyway, I'm thinking reviews are sw33t so why not click that button?