Okay, I know that you guys probably totally hate me right now. I mean, it's been three months! I realize that. But I have my reasons. We all do, don't we? Ha ha. Anyway, I was in Billings, Montana and I didn't have time to update because my cousin and I did something fun every day and then I got home and I was busy with my summer class to finish Algebra and then school started and I was focusing on that. Thankfully, the first quarter is finally over so I have some downtime all weekend. Please, accept my sincere apologies! And I'm so extremely sorry this is short. I tried. And I almost have the next chapter written. I just thought the end of this one was good. I didn't think it was appropriate to go on. So I'm SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO sorry!!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that looks familiar! Except the plot…but that's not familiar right? Lol.
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Chapter Eight: Misconceptions
Cammie's POV
IF YOU DIDN'T READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE PLEASE READ IT!!!
"Cammie, I have to tell you something." My mom's worried voice carried down the empty hallway. I was alone; Solomon had sent me to something for him.
I turned. A waft of horror shot through me at my mom's too-serious, terror-stricken face. "What is it, Mom?" I asked, concerned.
"Cammie," she began, "There's a group," she said rapidly. "They kidnap important people or someone close the those important people. They have—" But she never got to fnish. Gallagher and Blackthorne students filed out of classrooms.
I ignored them and stared at my mother. She shook her head. "Never mind."
And then the dreaded words popped into my head. They have—
I woke with a jolt. I was sweating. That had happened about a month ago—the day after Zach had said I love you. My mom had stopped my in the hall and started to tell me something. She'd been cut off. Ever since then, I'd been haunted with her unfinished sentence. Who did they have? Aunt Abby? Dad's long lost brother? (I hadn't seen Dad's only brother Adam since Dad's funeral.) Or maybe…No. Impossible.
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. It was five-thirty a.m. On a Saturday morning. I sighed, knowing that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.
I silently got out of bed, trying not to wake my roommates. Liz mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Jonas" but that was the only thing I heard.
I silently got dressed and straightened my hair—Macey's habits have grown on me. I crept out of our room, opening the door as quietly as possible. Once the door was securely closed, I wandered aimlessly through the halls. I ended up at the door to my mother's office, blinking. I didn't mean to go there. It just…happened. I think it was my subconscious.
I stared at her door, unsure of what to do. I didn't think she'd be in there at six in the morning but it didn't hurt to try.
I stepped toward it after a moment's hesitation. I lifted my hand to knowck when I heard voices.
"I don't know if I should tell her." Mom. "I mean, after so many years of believing that, what would her reaction be?" I heard stress in her voice. Who would she show her stress to? Obviously a teacher but—
"I don't know, Rachel." Mr. Solomon. What was he doing in my mother's office at six in the morning? "Cammie is a wonderful spy—just like Chris. She'll figure it out eventually." Just like Chris.
My dad.
My mother sighed. "I know. But shouldn't we let her figure it out in her own time? That way she'll have more time to adjust.
Adjust? To what?
Joe sighed. "She's your daughter, Rachel. Whatever you see fit."
Mom groaned. "I'll leave it be—for now. I just hope she doesn't take it too horribly." I heard her get up. "I should check on the cooks. We woudlnt' want anyone to catch us."
Catch them? What did that mean?
A sickening feeling came to my stomach and I had a feeling I knew what they were "doing." I slowly backed away from the door, turning the corner just as the office door opened. My mom and Solomon came out, looking around. I pushed myself against the wall, hoping against hope that they wouldn't come this way.
I heard footsteps and knew they were going the opposite direction. I waited for their footsteps to fade before I slowly started walking back.
I thought about all I'd heard. Which wasn't a lot. And after so many years of believing what? And why would my mom consult with Mr. Solomon? And why didn't they want to get caught?
Again, that sick feeling came to the pit of my stomach. I shook the thought away. Joe Solomon wasn't in my mother's office for that. My dad was his best friend. He wouldn't do that…would he?
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And…there you have it. It didn't turn out as well as I hoped. I'm so, so, so, so extremely sorry for making you wait. I still have three stories to update. You don't have a clue how bad I feel....I'm so scared that nobody is going to read this because I haven't updated in forever. Please, please, please forgive me! I mean, I wish I had a better explanation but I don't so please forgive me? And maybe you can trash talk me in your review but please…forgive me? Please review! And I want to know—Do you guys want me to write short chapters with shorter times to wait or long chapters with longer times to wait? Or I can just keep it going and do whatever it takes to update. Whichever my readers want! I love you guys all so much and I'm so glad that you reached ONE HUNDRED reviews!!!! AH! I was so excited! I'm so glad that my readers like this. Ideas? I have some of the next chapter written, but do you guys want me to get more into the plot (because there is one, believe it or not) or do you want me to do more Zammie? Personally, I think if I got a little more into it (which would lead into the end of the story pretty quickly) then it would HAVE Zammie. But it's your choice. Please review and tell me. And you can even freak out on me for not updating faster! I love you all!
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P.S. How many of you think I should change my penname? To like JamesBond21 or Sunshine415? Something like that? Ha ha. I want my readers' opinions!