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Chapter 7: The Paintings, The File, and A Realization…
Time: 1:36 p.m.
Location: Blackthorne Institute, Northern Hallway
P.O.V: Zachary Goode's
We each decided on hunting down Solomon, I mean, you really can't blame us for trying to get him back. No?! Well, then YOU go get his laundry or something, SPY STYLE…Yeah, that's what I thought. Grant, Jonas and I split up to find him. Grant went south. Jonas went east. I went north, he wasn't in the west for sure, that's where they're doing some construction…let me just say, NEVER leave a mischievous, clueless and curious 7th grader in a Chemistry Lab…it won't end pretty, sure, it might (and probably) end up funny, but, hey who wouldn't find a 7th grader who was half bald with hair the color and smell of cotton candy hilarious?…just trust me on that one…Anyways, the bottom line is that the west wing of our school is off-limited except for the construction workers (who, yes, are spies) and Dr. Steve who usually come there often.
I was walking around the halls, passing paintings of past Blackthorne Boys and then I entered the hall with the paintings of spies from this century, I'll be in here once I graduate, I thought, I smirked. I knew that was a fact, I'm basically guaranteed a spot, it's so obvious. I've passed these halls quite often when going to dinner but, I've never been in it completely alone and never really taken it in. I KNOW, sloppy, right? But, really, I'm the one who noticed it the most out of the students here, they barely give a glance to the paintings. I started examining the paintings, until I came across one that I could NEVER miss…the painting of my father. The painting was in a wooden frame with intricate carvings in it. The small bronze-colored plaque was engraved with the proud name of Michael James Goode, my father. I remember making a promise that I'd get in here just like my late-dad. Under the name, were the small inscriptions that said "KIA, A beloved son, husband, agent, and …father" I sighed, after this long I still felt the pain, and that's not good for a spy…at all. The great memories I had with my parents started returning…I didn't mind reminiscing, actually… I sorta liked it…the feeling after, I'm not so hot about. The feeling of knowing that those fun-loving memories were never gonna happen ever again, no matter what anyone does. The old me was gone, the old me had been wounded deeply on the night his parents went missing and had officially died on the day they found his parents. Sure, I had a great time with my best friends, but…it's not the same without your family.
I held back tears that were beginning to blur my eyesight. After a second or two, the tears were gone, but I couldn't say the same for the pain. I continued the walk down the "Blackthorne Hall of Fame" trying my best not to think about my parents. I looked at other paintings, when I found a guy that was in the same year as my dad (A/N: When did Zach's dad graduate? He's the same year as Solomon, right?) I looked at the painting. I couldn't help but compare the guy to my dad, they may have looked different, but they seemed the same, the same personality. He had dark blonde hair--like the color of old gold--with some light brown mixed into it. My dad had dark brown hair, I got mine from him. He had dark blue eyes with heavy lashes along with a strong chin. Dad had piercing green eyes that I inherited also. He looked pretty buff, kinda like my dad, except he seemed a bit taller. I had to say that the dude was good-looking, he was the same as my dad. I looked at the bronze plaque. So his name is "Christopher Morgan" , huh? That's when I noticed the inscription under his name, "MIA, A beloved son, husband, pavement artist, and father" I see…I guess I'm not the only one that's been through this…somehow I found comfort in this, it was nice to know that someone could relate to me, now I just needed to meet this guy…or girl.
I came out of my thoughts, with a powerful urge to just get back to my room. I left the hall, giving my last looks to Dad and Christopher Morgan the pavement artist. I had other things to be doing other than looking back at a painful past. I had other things to do other than thinking about this "Christopher Morgan" pavement artist. And one of those things were getting to learn more about another pavement artist…
Time: 2:15p.m.
Location: Blackthorne Institute, East Wing, Room 108
P.O.V: Still Zachary Goode's
It was a long walk, mostly because I took my time. It annoyed the hell outta Grant and Jonas, but I'm the type of person that likes to "stop and smell the roses". Well…except if it's a mission, then the tables are turned and Grant's the one who goofs off. Jonas and I just try our best to put up with him and get as much done as possible. I arrived at my room after12 minutes and 49.3 seconds. I opened the door to see an annoyed, exasperated Grant and a fidgeting, nervous Jonas. I walked in with my signature facial expression (bet you know what it is) glancing at Grant to Jonas and finally to the manila file folder that was on my bed, looking unopened, which obviously meant "unread". I let a small amount of gratitude grace my face as I looked at both of them. We all agreed we would look at it together, no one first and no one last. It was completely clear that it was killing them not to start reading this, but they still waited. To any other person (and by "person" I mean "civilian") they wouldn't have thought that they were eager at all. Their facial expression was almost as good as mine (only almost mine was still much, much better…but hey, if they had nine years of practice for covering up emotions, they MIGHT have been as good as me…being better at being a spy is in my blood…well, more like being better in general, I mean, come'on, look at my name) it was their eyes that betrayed them. It was evident that they wanted to hurry up and crack open that folder.
"Well, let's get reading," I said as I sat down on my bed. Not a second after that, Grant and Jonas were on my bed, on either sides of me. I was leaning on my headboard casually, Grant was at the edge of the bed on my right. Jonas on my left. With the folder in my hands I opened it…We all began reading different areas of her profile…favorite food, music, and books…roommates/friends…grades…and looky here: MISSIONS…but what caught my eye the fastest was: Parents/Legal Guardian. Grant and Jonas pulled their heads up to look at me, they clearly read the "parents" part. I flipped the page to look at her family.
Parent(s)/Legal Guardian(s):
Rachel Morgan - Alive - Headmistress of Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women - Former CIA Agent - Mother
Christopher Morgan - MIA for 10 years - Pavement Artist for the CIA - Father
I was shocked, I didn't let my mask fall though, it couldn't fall. The only times that I could actually control my mask was when it was to pull it on, when it came to taking it off, I had no power over it. The veil was stuck to me until it puts itself down, which is very rare, probably when I was asleep. Which might explain why I enjoy sleeping in. Having a constant cover is tiring, especially when it's not for a mission. The next thing that hit me I came out of my thoughts when I heard Grant cleared his throat. I hadn't even realized that I was starting to stare at the 29 words printed in front of me.
"I think we should maybe split this up and read it to ourselves on our own beds and switch, it might be quicker…and my leg is falling asleep sitting like this," Grant was rubbing his right leg. I could see how it fell asleep. I split up the 9 papers, 3 for each of us, making sure that I got the sheet with her family and school work in it. They got up and went to their beds. Grant's bed was just about 7 feet from my bed to my right, (7 feet, 2 inches, 3.4 centimeters, 8.2 millimeters, and…well, you get the idea) while Jonas was across the room from Grant, in the corner. The corner across from me was used to just basically relax. There was a message chair with a fingerprint scanner, that unlocks a mini armory, a bean bag (that's made of a new substance M16 had just created, all we know is that it's like jelly or that stuff that are in school ice packs you get from the nurse…well, normal schools…don't get me started on OUR school's "first aid kit", over all the bean bag chair was temp. controlled and was great), and a very comfortable arm chair that was tricked out by the CIA…all I'll say are these words: FIFTY-EIGHT UPGRADES…no comment…
I continued on reading her file, that's when I realized that none of these papers had her name in it, it was either just "her" "she" or "Chameleon". But no name. I figured that it would probably be on another part of her file. So I resumed reading…she stays in a Ranch in Nebraska in her breaks. The Ranch is owned by Kenneth (or Kenny) Mitchell Morgan (her Grandfather) and Grace Abigail Morgan (her Grandmother). She works and helps and supports her grandparents at the Ranch. Really? I thought. I was thinking she'd be most like the guys here, and go to different places around the world. You know, like: Paris, France (NOT Paris, Texas) or Milan, Italy or Barcelona, Spain or something like that, somewhere to shop and whatever other girls do in their spare time. (I will NEVER EVER know what girls like about shopping, I usually find it a nuisance, WHICH YOU SHOULD ALL KNOW AFTER LISTENING TO ME FOR THE PAST MORNING!) I thought it was pretty nice for her to help out her folks. I next read some notes and comments that the spies that were keeping an eye on her during some of her breaks.
Agent Daniel Cutter and Agent Matthews Lindstrom:
Agent D: "Chameleon seemed to have noticed our presence, for she had shaken us of her tail by executing impressive counter-surveillance skills,"
I smirked and thought, Translation: "She saw us coming and we got lost looking for her" I was kinda surprised that these guys were shocked that they couldn't find the "Chameleon" how could the name be more obvious? I read Agent Matthews's comment next:
Agent M: "When observing the Subject known as the Chameleon as she is cooking dinner (Vegetable Soup) for her ailing elderly grandmother and tired grandfather. The Operatives decide to close the range between them and the Subject. When moving closer to the open window, a knife flies out and nearly hits Agent Cutter's head, only skimming his hair". They even showed a picture of his hair! I was chuckling softly as I looked at a guy around his late 20's with uneven hair, it looked like someone gave him a crappy hair cut with a VERY bad perm. "The Operatives leave after the event, not after hearing the Subject talking to her grandmother,
Grandmother: "Honey? Are you alright, what' s going on in there?"
Subject: "Sorry, Grandma! I just dropped a knife while I was cutting the carrots! The stew will be done soon,"
Grandmother: "Please be careful and Thank you sweetie~!" Wow, I thought. The "subject" was being kind, a great cook, and deadly all at the same time. I began feeling sorry for the guy. I suppose they could translate the report/note into this:
Translation: "While looking after Chameleon while she was cooking up supper for her sick grandma and tired grandpa. We started walking closer to the window, when a freaking knife comes out and almost hits Dan straight between the eyes, if he hadn't ducked. We managed to get the hell outta there, not before hearing that we were beaten by a teenage girl making her sick granny, some stew."
My smirk was more amused now, this girl really is something I thought. I just skimmed the rest of the comments. I then went to the teacher's comments.
Professor Buckingham: She has excelled greatly last semester and I am not surprised that she is excelling now. She has much potential.
Mr. Moscowitz: She is very skilled in the Research Track, though she is in field work. She is quite like her father.
Dr. Fibs: Ms. Morgan is a brilliant, young student and should not be taken lightly. She has a very bright future ahead of her.
Madame Dabney: Young Morgan is delightful to have in class, she is very well-mannered and I am proud to say that she is the best of the class in honey-potting though, I can tell she does not enjoy it. I am looking forward to teaching her.
Professor Smith: Ms. Morgan is the best student I have ever seen in my many years at Gallagher Academy. She possesses many valuable qualities which creates a great agent. She demonstrates them well. In her first Covert Operations test, she had passed with flying colors as even I, had not spotted this exceptional sophomore.
I was reading these with full interest, she's definitely a challenging rival. The next name blew me out of the water…
Mr. Solomon: I am proud to say that Ms. Morgan is at the top of her class; of her school. She will be definitely getting many offers from different agency once she has graduated. Though she can pursue an excellent career in Research & Development, she is determined to stay in Covert Operations. She for sure had gotten her spirit, stubbornness, and many other traits from her father; Chris.
I've never heard of Joe Solomon complimenting a student like that, I didn't even believe that he was capable of a praising someone! I was looking at her grades now, straight A's, all of them 100%…she's like me. She's lost someone too, she's one of the best, she's like me…those three simple words were enough for my heart to give a strange and uncommon jerk and had my stomachs doing so many flips, it should have gotten a gold medal for gymnastics during the Olympics. The urge to meet her now, had grown even more than before. Like always, my 'show' face was still there. After reading more about how much of a "wonderful" and "delightful" student the Chameleon (I still haven't read her name in here yet) was. It was time to switch papers. I got Grant's (which were her favorite foods, books, subjects, etc.) Grant got Jonas's (which were about her roommates, friends, and teachers) and Jonas got mine.
~I learned that her favorite colors are blue and green (I like green).
~She's an only sibling. (So, no overprotective brother…eh?)
~Her favorite food is between Italian and Chinese. (I'm more of an Italian-type of person)
~The candy she likes best are Peanut M&M's (me too) (A/N: ME TOO!!!! =^-^=)
~She loves action or comedy movies (I love action in real life, comedy in movies)
~Her favorite subject in school is CoveOps (I personally like CoveOps too, if it weren't for Solomon most of the time)
~Her favorite author is someone named Ally Carter (I don't know her, but she sounds familiar) (A/N: Ya don't say Zachy?! Lol, did you guys like that little detail, GO ALLY CARTER~!)
I read everything, memorizing every detail. Everything from her love of pop and country and hip-hop music to her love of dressing casual (she's a tomboy from what I've read…cool…). We turned out to have more in common than, I expected. My roommates and I rotated papers again, I got to see her friends, roommates, and classmates now. Her roommates are:
Rebecca Baxter:
Codename: Duchess (Duchess?)
Parent(s)/Legal Guardian(s): Abe Baxter - M16 and Amelia Baxter - M16
Field/R&D Track: Field
Roommate of Chameleon, Bookworm, and Peacock
Elizabeth Sutton:
Codename: Bookworm (seems pretty smart…)
Parent(s)/Legal Guardian(s): Arnold Sutton - Civilian and Larisa Sutton - Civilian
Field/R&D Track: R&D Track
Roommate of Chameleon, Duchess, and Peacock
I wasn't completely interested in this, but I have to say, the next one REALLY got my attention…
Macey McHenry: Yeah, the senator's daughter…
Parent(s)/Legal Guardians(s) (Gee, that's a no-brainer…): James McHenry - Civilian and Cynthia McHenry - Civilian (A/N: These are their REAL names, I checked DJAG)
Field/R&D Track: Neither, currently studying with the 7th graders
Roommate of Chameleon, Duchess, and Bookworm
I didn't really use much time on this, I was more interested in the previous reports. But, since I'm memorizing all of this stuff, I might as well tell you. Her roommates are her best friends, she's very well-liked in her school, though, she's not as close to her other classmates. Some of her other classmates are girls named: Tina Walters, Anna Fetterman, Courtney Bauer, Mick Morrison, Kim Lee (A/N: I have a friend named Kim Lee, CHEERS TO YOU, GIRL~!), Jessica Boden (I totally forgot about her, until I re-read the first book~!), and Eva Alvarez (A/N: These are all real names, I DID NOT make them up, their straight from LYKL). I hardly cared. I put down the three sheets, back in the manila folder. I walked out the door without saying another word…I think I'm in…no…I couldn't…I live a life of spy…, I thought as I walked down the hall, really wanting to get some fresh air…
Time: 2:19p.m.
Location: Room 108
P.O.V: Grant Newman's
I was FINALLY reading her file, but when I stumbled onto the "parent(s)/legal guardian(s)" thing, I knew Zach would be uncomfortable. Like how, my right leg felt uncomfortable right now. I mean, sure the guy's really good at hiding his emotions…sometimes to the point that I don't even KNOW he's hiding them…but what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't know at least how he felt about his parents? I'll answer that one: a very CRAPPY best friend. I sent a silent message to Jonas as Zach's eyes were practically glued to the page. He gave me a look of understanding…he knew about how Zach felt too, neither of us knew exactly about what he's going through…hell, the SCHOOL doesn't know. We've never known/met ANYBODY who had gone through what Zach was through…well…until now. Chameleon obviously knew how it felt, after all, she lost her dad around the same age as Zach. That's when I knew…Chameleon's probably the only person that could get to the real Zach.
"I think we should maybe split this up and read it ourselves on our own beds, it might be quicker…and my leg is falling asleep sitting like this," I rubbed my leg for emphasis…and well, it fell asleep…and not just a nap, IT WAS ON FULL COMA-MODE! I began rubbing harder when Zach handed me three sheets of Chameleon's file. I walked…or more accurately, limped over to my bed. I began reading her file, I got the things that she likes doing and hobbies and such, Jonas got her friends and roommates and stuff, and Zach got her family and grades.
I read, and found that we really didn't have much in common…I found that she had a lot in common with Zach though. I grinned, despite myself, I was really happy for Zach, Chameleon was like his soul mate. I mean they love the same things! I kinda figured out that Zach's already in love with the girl, during the time Zach was coming back from the north hall. Me and Jonas were talking about Zach being practically in love with Chameleon…that's how I figured out I had a small crush on her too…and get this, JONAS LIKED HER TOO~! WHO WOULDA THOUGHT?! (A/N: Many people would've thought, Granty lol) But, that's what I'm saying…had and liked are passed tense! Both of us figured that Zach would be happy with Chameleon so I decided to end my small crush and look for someone new, someone more like me. Jonas did the same, we'd be just like…big brother-like friends to her…well, that's just assuming we meet her…We continued for a bit more and I got the part of her file with her roommates…that's when I think, I might've found that 'new' person to crush on…Huh, Rebecca? I thought, intrigued. When it was time, I reluctantly gave the papers to Jonas, I could tell from the way his eyes were glued to the page that he was probably reading about that…what was her name?…uh, Elizabeth Mutton or something? I wasn't really noticing anything else besides the girl named Rebecca, codename: Duchess…I was hoping to meet her…same with Jonas with that "Elizabeth Sutton" we talked about when Zach left abruptly after reading…Now all we need have to do is get Zach to realize who he wants to meet…
HOW WAS IT?! THIS IS MY LONGEST CHAPTER EVER SO FAR~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! I'M REALLY HOPING YOU GUYS LIKED IT, SEE~ I TOLDYA THAT THIS WAS PURE 100% ZAMMIE! I JUST WANTED TO SHOW THAT THE BOYS' FRIENDSHIP COULDN'T BE RUINED BY A GIRL, EVEN IF IT WAS SOMEONE LIKE CAMMIE~! PLEASE REVIEW, I ONLY UPDATE IF I GET REVIEWS~! THE FIRST 5 PEOPLE WHO REVIEW WILL GET THE CHAPTER 8 SNEAK PEAK~!From the vote result on my poll I'LL BE PUTTING DIFFERENT P.O.V. in this story, but it's gonna be mostly ZACH~! ON A DIFFERENT NOTE: THE SONG SUGGESTIONS:
You guys were just AWESOME with these~! I LOVE ALL YOUR SUGGESTIONS AND I'M GLAD THAT YOU ALL REVIEWED, I'M TOUCHED, YOU GUYS WERE A GREAT HELP~! (BTW~ ALL YOUR CHOICES IN MUSIC ARE GREAT, I LOVE MOST OF THE SONGS THAT YOU'VE SUGGESTED~!) I've narrowed down the singer choices~! HERE THEY ARE:
~Selena Gomez
~Kristinia DeBarge
~The Veronicas
~Aly & AJ
~JoJo
Now this is how I'm going to work, I'll be putting up a poll on my profile for your singer choice, then after about a week or so, I'll see who the singer will be and then narrow down to the top 3 songs from that singer~! REVIEW THIS SO I CAN KNOW ABOUT YOUR SINGER CHOICE~! Did I do their P.O.V. right? I need to know if this is good or bad~! I feel a little better about this chapter, but that's probably because it's the longest one so far~! I'd like to thank EVERYONE WHO'S REVIEWED [THAT INCLUDES YOU 'ANONYMOUS' REVIEWERS TOO ;) ] I MADE IT TO 70 REVIEWS~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! YOU GUYS JUST KEEP SURPRISING ME WITH YOUR AWESOMENESS~! (:
On a Random note: I GOT MY FIRST BEE STING, IT HURTS LIKE CRAZY~! I GOT STUNG FOR NO REASON, I DIDN'T EVEN TRYTO HURT IT~! MY BEST FRIEND; KARENA, TOOK MY WATER BOTTLE AND STARTED HITTING IT BECAUSE IT WAS, LIKE STUCK IN MY ARM~~~!…I admit it would have been pretty funny to watch, if you weren't the one getting stung~!
THAT ENDS MY RANDOM NOTE, PLZ TELL ME ABOUT YOUR BEE-STINGS IF YOU'VE HAD ANY, I'M JUST CURIOUS TO SEE HOW BAD SOME OTHER PPL HAD, MY TEACHER, GOT STUNG BY TWO AT THE SAME TIME IN THE NOSE~! Anyways…
Until the next time my wonderful readers/reviewers~!This is ~DIVA~ AND I'M OUT~!