Quote/Song quote/ Part of a song:

"And if you're still breathing you're the lucky ones, 'cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun. Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong, the lovers that went wrong. We are the reckless we are the wild youth. Chasing visions of our futures. One day we'll reveal truth, that one will die before he gets there. And if you're still bleeding you're the lucky ones, 'cause most of our feeling they are dead they are gone. Setting fire to our insides for fun. Collecting pictures from the flood that wreaked our hearts, it was a flood that wreaked this heart. And you caused it. And you caused it. And you caused it. Well I lost it all I'm just a silhouette, a lifeless face that you'll soon forget. And my eyes are damp from the words you left. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. And if you're in love, then you are the lucky ones, 'cause most of us bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun. To distract our hearts from ever missing them, but I am forever missing him. And you caused it. And you caused it. And you caused it."

~Youth by Daughter

Chapter 11:

Cammie's P.O.V:

They came in my room today. The Tinkerbell Girl, Model Girl, The Greek Goddess that now looks more like an Egyptian Goddess, Green Eye Beauty, Christmas Crazy Boy, Cute Nerd, and Sleek boy. They came in and I remembered them… but not their names. It was like I was programmed not to remember them. The spark in my head shut off as I stared blankly at them.

"Hey Cammie." The Egyptian Goddess greeted. I waved my hand softly.

"Hi." I murmured. They stood their staring at me harshly while I looked back uncomfortably.

"So?" The Cute Nerd asked.

"So?" I scratched my head uncomfortably.

"Okay well…" Model Girl pointed nervously.

"Uh how was your day?" I asked. A chorus of 'goods' answered my question.

"Your?" Green Eye Beauty asked. I turned my head towards the window. The clouds were starting to cover up the sun causing a dreary mood. I shrugged as I turned back to him.

"Taking it one day at a time." I replied uneasily. I plastered a small fake smile on my face. I'm almost positive they knew the smile was fake.

"I wish I could stay a longer, but I have a lot of homework to do." Tinkerbell Girl blurted. I knew she didn't but I went along with it.

"Yea I do too." Christmas Crazy Boy added.

"Same here." Sleek Boy admitted. The rest nodded.

"Okay well, see you later." I stated gloomily. They all waved goodbye and left, leaving me at my depression state once again.

Chapter 12:

Third Person P.O.V:

Rebecca Baxter stared at the picture of Cammie, Liz, Macey, and her. Rebecca Baxter NEVER cries, ever! It's protocol for her, but a tear rolled down her cheek as she saw them all smiling and laughing at the camera. They were hugging each other and smiling as bright as the sun. The tear splattered onto the picture, right on Cammie's face. The ink in the photo paper started getting ruined as it wiped out Cammie's face out of the picture.

Rebecca couldn't help but think that it showed the Cammie was disappearing. She's a Chameleon of course, but that's one thing. This time Cammie wasn't trying to be a pavement artist. She wasn't trying to disappear out of her friends lives. Instead of being a pavement artist, Cammie was striving to become a wet work artist and Rebecca Baxter knew that.

Her once porcelain face in the picture was now disappeared leaving just Liz, Macey, and her behind.

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Grant Morgan looked intensely at the sky. Memories of her and him appeared into his mind like clouds raining on him. His vision blurred as he pictured Cammie fighting with him and letting her win. Then he pictured him actually trying and winning.

His mind flooded with memories as they leaked out of his eyes. He didn't know how to be the funny overprotected brother if his own sister couldn't remember him. he didn't know how the act like Grant Morgan without her. He realized that his sister always helped him through things and motivated him no matter how hard or ridiculous the situation…and he missed that.

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Elizabeth Sutton threw the pencil down on the paper. She was in no mood to do any extra credit. She sighed as she imagined Cammie walking out of the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around her hair and wearing her pajamas. She imagined that Cammie was here giving pointers for her extra credit projects.

Elizabeth Sutton was an emotional girl, which is not good for a spy. That was one of the reasons why she didn't do field work. She wasn't afraid to show her emotion as sobs soon shook her body. She looked up and prayed that not only for her and her friends to make it, but Cammie too.

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Zachary Goode stared out at the open lake. He was leaning against the walls of the Gallagher Academy itself. He thought long and hard, and finally he let his mask down.

He started punching and kicking the walls. Precious crystals fell from her emerald green eyes. His hands and feet grew tired and started getting bloody, but he didn't care. His mother did this! She did it to the girl of his dreams. He stopped and turned his back against the wall. He slid down the wall and buried his head in his hands. He lifted his head up and glared at the sky.

"Why?" He pleaded and his eyes worked waterworks.

"WHY! TELL ME!" He shouted. He punched his fist into the soil and rested his head on it letting the sobs control his whole body.

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Macey McHenry. She was known not only as the senators daughter and a spy, but a fashionista too. She opened her closet and stood there looking at it blankly. She had to clue what to wear. It was like everything about fashion has been drained out of her. The past couple of days her uniforms were put on roughly and she didn't bother brushing her glossy midnight black hair. She's been wearing old sweat pants and oversized T-shirts instead of her usual Victoria funnel plaid pajamas.

She didn't want to admit to herself that she was falling apart. She knew she was broken, lost, empty, anything she wasn't before.

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Jonas was helping Nick with his homework. Jonas didn't have any desire hacking or helping people, he actually was teaching Nick the homework wrong. He's been out of it for the past couple of weeks. Cammie used to help him with Liz. She would tell him how to flirt with Liz and tell him which kind of flirting she liked and what homework she liked to do.

Then there was Nick. Nick was practically like another brother to Cammie. They would tease each other all the time. He would throw her into the pool, and she would put spy hair color dye into his shampoo. It was always like that. Both boys couldn't help but notice the emptiness in their hearts.

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Cameron Ann Morgan. Spy sensation. Chameleon. Best pavement artist known to man was broken. Ruined. Lost.

She stared out at the window being lost in her own trance. She couldn't help but think why somebody would hate her that much. She couldn't comprehend that she couldn't think or remember right, as if she was part mental. Tears rolled down her cheeks as frustration took over her. She envied Catherine Goode. She envied her because she did this too her, but worst of all…Cammie remembered Catherine but not her own son, supposedly her true love.

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Rachel Morgan blew her nose into a tissue as she watched another sad movie or chick flick. She knew it wasn't healthy for her. She knew that she had to stay strong, but that's hard. For a spy that's bad but Rachel didn't care.

Her cooking sucked twice as much now and Sundays were now just any other day but drearier as she remembered he daughter eating with her and talking about missions, school work, and boy problems. Abby would come at times telling her to get up and get some fresh air, but she refused. She would lay on the couch all day and dread waking up back into reality, because reality is what hurts the most.

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Tina Walters peaked her head out to the side of the wall. She looked at a broken Zachary Goode. She stared at him trying to feel what he would be feeling right now, but to honest she couldn't.

She was part of the reason why he was crying. She knew things the others didn't, bad things. It would make sense though she was the school gossiper. For crying out loud her codename was Paparazzi! She turned around on her heel walking away, with guilt and regret walking beside her.

A/N: Hey Mates! WOOOOO! Over 20 reviews! Thank you so, so, so, so, much! I would like to thank all the people who reviewed, followed, and favorite me or my story! I hoped you liked this chapter even though I wasn't a big fan of my work. So now we have Tina in the broken picture frame huh? Yea well. Review?