I know I'm a terrible person for making you wait so long for the next chapter, but I've just had so much going on. I'm telling you now that I probably won't get anything else written until around Christmas. I have break in a week and then I have finals the week after so I'll be too busy studying to update. After that it just depends on how much homework I've got or whatever else is going on in my life at that particular time. But enough about me, let's get on to the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 8-

It turns out that Belle is a really fast driver. We got to our destination in less than a half hour with her going about 40 miles over the speed limit. Soon we were pulling up in front of a huge mansion with iron gates blocking off the driveway that led up to the mansion. She pulled up to the window where a security guard was waiting and held out a pass I hadn't noticed before. The guard took one look at it and opened the door immediately. Belle drove through just as soon as she could squeeze through the iron gates.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"It's called Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. To the outside world it's a rich boarding school. To people like us, its an elite academy for girls where they are trained how to become spies."

"Did you come here?"

"No. But Cammie did."

"Is she here now?"

"I'm not really sure, but there are people here who will know."

I didn't say anything. I just sat back as she pulled up in front of the doors to the school and stopped the car. We got out and began walking towards the door. I noticed 32 cameras aimed on the door we were entering, 30 of which had spun around to point directly at us as we approached. I felt a little uncomfortable, but Belle didn't seem to notice. "You get used to it after a while," she said, reading my mind yet again.

"Right," I said slowly.

She placed her hand on the doorknob and a blue light flashed under her hand, reading her handprint no doubt. An electronic voice said, "Access Permitted," and the door swung open wide to reveal the biggest staircase I had ever seen. As we entered the hall I looked up and saw that it was much larger than it appeared from the outside. The ceiling rose about 150 feet above my head where a massive chandelier, much like the one in the movie The Phantom of the Opera, was hanging. The floors were neat and tiled. Windows were all mosaics of what appeared to be famous graduates of Gallagher. It was magnificent.

I followed Belle as she began walking off to one side of the staircase. After turning down a few halls and going up a flight of stairs we were standing in front of a wooden door that read "Headmistress Morgan's Office." Belle knocked lightly and a voice from inside said, "Come in."

When Belle opened the door, a woman typing at a computer said without turning around, "I'm very surprised to see you here, Arabelle. And Zachary, its been quite a long time. How are you two doing?"

"I think you know the answer to that question, Mrs. Morgan."

The woman spun around and I saw her clearly for the first time. She had dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept in a while. She looked to be about my mother's age and she had light brown hair that cascaded down her back. Worry lines creased her forehead and she looked as if she hadn't smiled in a very long time. She said to Belle, "Why are you here, Arabelle? You are putting the life of your husband, the life of my daughter, and your own life in danger. What about your children? Where are they right now? They aren't blood related to Elizabeth Goode, so how do you know she won't kill them, or at least use them as bait? I knew you could act stupid, but I didn't think you would do this."

"Stop yelling at her. She just wanted to help me find my wife. Who are you, anyway?"

"Zach," said Belle. She waved her hand at the woman and said, "Meet your mother-in-law."

I was just a little shocked, but now that I think about it there was some obvious resemblance to the pictures I'd seen of Cammie. She had the same long hair and the same sparkling eyes. Her face was shaped the same way as Cammie's, too. "Um, nice to meet you."

"We've met before, Zachary. Many times. Arabelle, since you've come all this way, you might as well go see Cammie. I assume you know where her room is?"

"Yes Mrs. Morgan."

"Good. Now off with you I have a lot of work to do."

We left the room and Belle shut the door behind us. I gave her a questioning look about what just happened, but she simply shrugged and said, "She doesn't like me. I'm not trustworthy."

Five minutes later we were standing in front of another wooden door, only this one had a room number on it. Belle turned and asked me, "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Belle nodded and knocked on the door. Someone shouted, "Door's open."

Belle opened the door. Inside music was blasting and there were two girls who looked about my age jumping on the beds and dancing. They looked like they were having a great time, but as soon as the one girl saw Belle she stopped jumping. I was still behind the door looking through a crack, so they couldn't see me but I could see them. The one girl who had stopped jumping grabbed the remote from the other girl on the beds and turned off the music. She jumped down, shocked but smiling and hugged Belle. She asked, "Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?"

Belle smiled and opened the door all the way, revealing me. "I thought I'd bring you a present since I missed your last birthday."

The girl looked at me. She was stunned beyond belief she let go of Belle and put her hands up to her face. I heard the other girl who'd been in the room say, "Holy shit," but everyone ignored her. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I was so happy.

"Hi, Cammie," I said eventually.

I saw a tear slip away from one of her eyes. Trying to hold back the tears she said, "Hi, Zach."

She ran the short distance into my arms and I held her tight. When she looked up at me she said, "I thought I'd never see you again."

I didn't answer. I just kissed her.

Well that should do it for a while. I'm twelve reviews away from 80 and I would just LOVE IT if I got that many. Thanks for being awesome readers! Love Ella