Rachel
"Okay Abby I think we need to pack" I said I was drenched in sweat. I walked to my shower and let the warm water relax my tense muscles. I grabbed my coconut shampoo and lathered my hair. I waited a minute and then rinsed. I listened to Abby screaming and shouting and punching the punching bag. I chuckled to myself. I grabbed my conditioner and quickly covered my hair with it. I waited a couple minutes before I rinsed. I turned off the water and stepped out.
I grabbed my Turquoise towel and dried my body. I slipped on my Abercrombie sweat suit. I looked around the room looking for Abby. I heard the shower bedside me turn on. Found her. I grabbed my makeup bag and applied some mascara and eye shadow and light eyeliner. Abby popped up beside me in her tight Lululemon leggings and a Roxy hooded shirt. She smirked at me. And then applied her eyeliner. We slipped into our toms. And walked down to the basement to get suitcases.
"Abby. Does this seem awkward to you? Why would mom and dad be in a car crash if there hotels was right across from the airport. And they only take experienced limos." I said.
"Duhh." Abby smirked.
I opened my Heys luggage it was turquoise with white dots. There was an envelope inside. "ABBY" I screamed. "What Rachel!" She replied matching my worried tone sarcastically.
I held up the envelope and she walked over. I opened the unaddressed envelope. There was a letter inside in my moms messy scribble.
Rachel and Abbigail,
I am so so sorry. If you are reading this me and your father are dead or in hiding. We are or were spies working for the C.I.A. You need to go to the Gallagher Academy and ask for Patricia Buckingham. She will explain most things.
Love,
Mom and Dad
(Carol and Scott Cameron)