1 year 6 months and 1 day later...
It's been a year and a half since the day I walked away from my life as a spy and a lot has changed since then. I haven't spoken to any Blackthorne Boys or Gallagher Girls since, as well as my mother and Mr. Solomon. I look just about the same as back then, but I died my hair a darker shade of brown. I'm still the same old Cammie, just now instead of pavement artist, CIA legacy, Gallagher girl Cammie, I'm international superstar, two time Grammy Award winning, recording artist Cammie. I've grown up a lot, too. I guess I sort of had to the day I became the parental guardian to the most adorable little boy I've ever laid eyes on, Micheal James Goode, Mikey for short. Who would've guessed that two years after I left Zach, I'd be raising the brother he doesn't even know he has? It's a long story, I'll start at the beginning...
You see, spending my summers in Nebraska was not as innocent as everyone thought. Even before I went to Gallagher, when I was still in public school, I had friends in Nebraska. Friends that were just like me. Friends who were destined to become spies. Friends who had one parent that was active in the spy world, and one that was either MIA or dead. All of them had lost a father or Mother, just like me. We had like an unofficial club for kids who lost parents to the spy life, a support group almost. There were 6 of us; Me, Travis, Jenna, Vince, Ricky, and Lina. They were each so special to me. Lina,was so stubborn, she was the Bex of the group. Violence was always the answer for her, and she was completely boy crazy. She had this beautiful long blonde hair, and perfect tan skin. Ricky was the lover boy of the group. He was the kind of guy who's not afraid to cry when he got his heart broken, and he had the biggest crush on Lina, but she was completely oblivious. He was a blonde. He wasn't especially muscular, but he was very tall with a million dollar smile. Travis was a real ladies man, and he loved it. He was hot with six pack abs, dark brown hair, and blue eyes that you could just stare into for hours. The only thing bigger than his biceps was his ego. He wasn't the kind of person to brag and spend on his hair, but he hated crying in front of everyone but me, and he wouldn't admit it when he was sad and hurting. Needless to say, we were best friends. We were extremely close, but we were always just friends, nothing more. Vince was muscular too and popular with the girls, but he had commitment issues. Even in the fifth grade when we were so young, he stayed away from all the girls that were crushing on him which left only me, Lina, and Jenna. He had the kind of hair you just want to run your hands through. His shiny black locks were messed up in all the right places. And last but diffidently not least, Jenna. Jenna was the fashionista of our group. She was always giving us fashion advice, even in the old days when our favorite place to shop was The Limited Too. She was strong and independent, she was not the kind of girl you want to mess with. She was pretty popular with the boys in our town, but she loved flirting, not dating. She was curvy with shoulder length curly black hair you could only see in magazines. They were like family to me.
Me, Vince, and Travis had all lost our fathers, and Lina, Jen and Ricky had lost their mothers. Naturally, I bonded more with Vince and Travis more than the others and vise verse. We were all there for each other. Every time we were upset, we knew we could talk to each other, and help each other through it. We were all doing great until the summer before the sixth grade when Jenna lost her mom, too. She had no parents left and she was devastated. She moved in with her aunt and uncle near bye, but she wasn't in the same school system anymore, so we didn't see each other as much as we usually did. She was broken, and we kept trying to put her back together, but she wasn't getting better. Her sadness faded with time and anger set in. She talked all the time about revenge on whoever had caused all our pain and her anger was becoming contagious. Everyone like the idea of avenging our parents death, even me. It was all just talk before Gallagher though. After my mother enrolled me, the girls wanted to go to, but decided that they couldn't leave the guys. Jen was pushing the idea that we start our own spy organization. I would go to school every year and come home to teach them what I had learned, I'd train them. We would keep in touch during the school year, and train in summer. We would call ourselves the Black Cobras. When I went to Gallagher, I met Bex, Liz, and a few years later I would meet Macey. I was a member of a sisterhood, with an everlasting bond, but it couldn't even compare to what I had with the Cobras. I wanted to tell Liz and Bex about everything, but I knew I couldn't.
I was sort of the leader of the Cobras until the summer before ninth grade. My mother gave me a locked metal box before she dropped me off in Nebraska. She told me that my father left it for me in his will with specific instructions to give it to me before I started my freshmen year. She said she had no idea what was inside but it was important. It told Jenna and the guys about it, and they were all intrigued by it, but Jenna was obsessed. She said it could be some kind of clue leading to whoever captured him. Every second of that summer that I didn't spend with my grandparents, I spent training my friends and trying to figure out the code to that box. Once I finally figured out the password, I was shocked at what I found inside. There was a disc and a long letter explaining it all. Long story short, the disc is an alumni list of a secret group that my father started. I don't know anything more about it. The letter was very vague. I know the disc has the answers, but I've never had the courage to look at it. I figure it's better if I don't know.
Anyways, Jen and the others forgot about the box for a while but when Jen finally brought it up again, everything went bad. Jen could tell that I was lying when I said that I still hadn't opened the box. Not because as a spy in training, she could tell the signs of lying (because she totally couldn't, we hadn't covered that yet) but because as one of my best friends, she knew the signs of when I was lying. She got really mad and somehow she got a glance at the letter in my room and she found out that I had information that could lead to whoever captured her parents, whoever captured all our parents. She got so mad at me and gave me an ultimatum. If I didn't give her the information on the disc, she would kick me out of the group. The choice was easy. My father trusted me with what could be the most important piece of information I'll ever hold in my hands, and I couldn't betray that trust. I was surprised that Vince an Travis didn't stick up for me, but I guess I understand why. Our little group was important to all of us. No matter what, at the end of the day, we still had each other and we still had something to hold on to. It was the constant in all our and Vince and Travis new that if they said a word in my defense, Jenna would take that away from them.
None of tat was going to stop Jenna from getting what she wanted, though. She wasn't giving up. They made three attempts to get the disc; twice while I was at Gallagher, and once while I was on tour. Them being Jenna, Lina, and Ricky. The three most emotional in the group. The three that just couldn't accept it and move on. While I was at Gallagher and when I first started touring, I was more advanced than them, so it wasn't hard to keep them from the disc. The hard part was keeping the entire thing from everyone. I almost didn't pull it off.
I hadn't heard anything from Jenna, and was getting good at keeping away from the spy life when Mikey walked, well, crawled, okay when Mikey was carried into my life. About a year ago, a group of three men showed up at my door and handed me a 6 month old baby with a legal document. Apparently, everyone who was a part of my father's organization had on thing in common. Me. My name was in bold print on everyone of their wills', but I don't know how or why. I just know that according to the United States of America, the second Zach's parents were killed, Mikey was my responsibility, which means Zach's parents are really dead, but they only died within the past two years. I had no logical reason, but something told me I couldn't say a word to Zach. I had my lawyer's read the document's at least five times, but it was all legitimate. In the few months that it took to finalize all the paperwork, I fell completely in love with Mikey. I had a nursery added on to my house, which was already big enough to hold every last student currently attending Blackthorne and Gallagher along with an entire third world country. I didn't know anything about being a mom, but I had some help. My staff, the maid, a few of my Hollywood friends, that kid who does all my grocery shopping; we found room for him in my life and my career. The public new about him, but they were told that I took him in as a last resort when a distant family member died. I still thought it was a bad idea to tell Zach, even though the strange men that brought him to me already told me not to.
I've been doing well, but there's somthing is missing, and I know what it is. Zach, Bex, my mom, all of them. Even Mr. Solomon. I really screwed that up. After I had some time to process, I realized that Mr. Solomon was right when he said that my dad would want my mom to be happy. I miss them so much that I can't remeber why I don't call or write. I want to go visit them, but it's a waste of toime, it's hopless. They'll never forgive me for the pain I caused them, especially Bex. When I replay the things I said to her in my head, it all seems like a bad dream that I can't wake up from. It's real, I know it's real. I swore at her, I never swear. I yelled at her. I yelled at my best friend when she was just trying to help me. It's like someone stole my body and made words come out of my mouth. Mean words. I got a lot of great songs out of the whole thing, but I'd give it all up to have my friends back.
I am, however, glad that I got away from the spy life, it was suffocaing me. Tangled in a web full of everyone elses lies, I couldn't separate what was real and what was in my head. It's better this way, I can't go back now that I have Mikey, can I?