Punk. That was my cover. You know the type: Spiky black hair, larger than necessary clothes, leather jackets the type that will look you in the eyes daring you to argue and say "Black is the new black." But that day when Mr Solomon and the others stared at me I felt like blurting out every single thing I've been through. I felt like telling them "This is not who I really am." I felt like saying "This is not who I want to be"
I have never been a patient person since everything happened so watching the trees pass by the car widow was not the most enjoyable experience. I am seriously not enjoying this road trip the only other person in this limo is the driver and there is a big stinking screen separating us and he doesn't open it to talk. My bag is on my lap and my suitcase is by my feet. I'd insisted on keeping my luggage near me the driver was suspicious at first but then came to the conclusion that there couldn't be a bomb in my bag as I was merely a civilian so he let it go. If only he knew the truth. I want to open my bag and fiddle with the contents but I can't because of the driver and the very noticeable camera hanging from the roof so I sigh and stare back out the window and count.
Things I pass on a single block:
5 lampposts
11 houses
1 mini playground
3 decent looking gardens
It's a never- ending game I play until I reach the school. Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. I feel like throwing up when the name is mentioned it sounds just like a school for rich stuck up snobs. I bet that is their cover but I know the truth hidden in Roseville, Virginia is a school for spies but of course I'm not supposed to know that.
I haven't moved my eyes from the window once. I don't allow myself to tire. My life is a game to some people. I die, they win. I live they lose. That is why I am always on my toes. When the limo finally pulls up in front of the mansion that is the Gallagher Academy it is dark and my internal clock blinks 7:32pm.
I don't say I word as I swing my bag over my shoulder, open the door and step out of the limo with my black suitcase in my hand. Once I am out of the limo I drag it behind me. It makes a banging noise as it hits each step I drag it on. The noise sounds like gunshots loud in the darkness of the night. When I finally make it to the top of the stairs there is a person waiting for me. I feel numb looking at him, his name is Joe Solomon but of course I am not supposed to know that. Yet. He greets me with a simple, small head nod to which I don't reply. He turns around and enters the school knowing without asking that I will follow him. I do.
The Gallagher Academy has the same amount of grand on the inside than on the outside. The walls are decorated with certificates and school pictures and medals that the students have won. There is even a statue of the schools founder in the foyer. It looks harmless. I know the truth. Mr Solomon leads me through ten corridors. I cast a quick eye over everything I pass and commit it to my memory. I don't let my hands touch anything. Mr Solomon never once looks back but from the racket my suitcase is making on the tile floor he definitely knows I am following him. Finally we reach a door. Mr Solomon opens it and I trail in behind him. The room is large with a desk in the corner, a couch and my mum.
Mr Solomon introduces her to me as Mrs Morgan. As much as I wish I could have predicted this, I didn't. Mrs Morgan's full name is Rachel Morgan. My last name is Morgan. To Mrs Morgan or my mum, I shouldn't be alive. To the people who want me dead I shouldn't be alive. Standing before me is someone I should be calling mum and running up to and hugging, someone who shouldn't think I'm dead, someone I haven't seen since I was five and before everything went so horribly wrong. Standing before me is my mum and she doesn't even know that I am her daughter. Heck she doesn't even know I survived that night.
AN: Hey everybody I never introduced myself last chapter so here it is I am Pretty Little Gallagher Girl and I adopted this story from it was different then. I will be changing some stuff though In fact I already have so it won't be exactly the same even in the chapter she already wrote. But I hope to stay true to what she was trying to achieve. But hey awesome people thanks so much for reading this it means a lot to me and it would be so super awesome if you could chuck me a review or PM me. I am really excited to get to know you guys and I hope you like this story.
Ps: I don't own the Gallagher Girls, Ally Carter does this is something everybody seems to do so this is my disclaimer.
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