Chapter 7:
Cammie's P.O.V:
Ella threw her book across the helicopter and it smacked right into the back of the pilot's head. He swiftly turned his face to us rage building up by the second. He started to get up, but I stopped him by throwing the piece of raw spaghetti to his eye, which had temporally blinded him.
"Argg!" He huffed as his reflexes made his hand cover his eye…Bad move. Ella ran towards him and hooked her arms with his. She then put her leg in a certain position and flipped him over.
"Wahh ga!" He moaned. Ella kneed him in the place where the sun doesn't shine. 'Wooooo wee Urgh!" He moaned again. What a crybaby for a person who works for a terrorist group. I grabbed my sock and stuffed it in his mouth, tired of hearing his crying moans. (I might have been PMSing a little.) One of his eyes were already black because Ella used her high heel to shut him up. I grabbed my paper clip and took his upper eyelid (A/N: This is gross, sorry! I'm kind of in a sucky mood today) and unraveled part of the paperclip and stuck part of it under his upper eyelid. I then unraveled the other half of the paperclip and attached it to his ear…I want him to see that you don't mess with an Gallagher .D agent whose going under hormonal changes. I nodded at Ella who grabbed her deadly eyeliner. If you thought just regular plain eyeliner was deadly, you haven't seen this. One side of the eyeliner had an liquid acid pencil that can burn through anything. The other side was an eyeliner knife that releases venom when you cut something. I suggest that you don't get this eyeliner mixed with the regular kind. Ahhh, that brings back memories from the eighth grade…Poor Bex. Ella wrote some interesting coded words with the acid side of the pen onto his arm. He started to scream through the sock so I grabbed an Napotine patch and stuck it on his forehead. I then ran up to the steering wheel thingy of the helicopter and turn around, going to the right base.
"Left turn here." Ella instructed me. I did what I was told and within twenty-minutes we arrived at the base. Ella and I hopped out of the helicopter and ran inside. There was probably about fifty enemy agents left. Easy peasy. I kept the same rhythm in my head: Punch. Kick. Knee. Punch. Kick. Knee….
After about three minutes and fifty seconds later they were all taken down. I saw the director and started running up to him.
"What happened?" I asked frantically.
"I'm not exactly sure, I just saw them hijack the place. It's still under further investigation." The director told me. Something about him didn't seem right.
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Five months later:
I just finished shooting a scene for The Hunger Games and I just got back to my trailer. I'm supposed to go for a Vogue photo shoot in about an hour. I quick take a shower to get rid of the sweaty smell and I wear some comfortable clothes since in about an hour I'll be wear super skinny jeans, bikinis, and really tight boots. I haven't see the gang or Co. in five months so I have no news from them, wherever they are though, they're probably not happy with me. We arrive at the studio which is right by the beach. They quick dip my hair in water and then put this spray in that allows you to curl my hair when wet. They curl my hair into these long surfer curls and since there wet, it looks really naturally. All I have on is light foundation, very light blush, and some lip-gloss on. They give me a Hurley bathing suit that's a peach color with some yellow in it. I really don't like showing skin, but I have to admit, it shows of my long tan legs and my toned abs and body. They give me a white surfboard and I go out into the sand. I'm wearing brown bracelets and those beaded bracelets. I also have a red, green, black, and white friendship bracelet on. The beads are in the shape of an arrowhead. Then I have a brown friendship anklet on. The part my hair to the side and I watch the curls tumble down my back. The breeze makes my hair flop in the wind. They shoot pictures of me and I smile naturally as sun beats down on my and the ocean comes near me. Then they take pictures of me surf. After that we go inside and I wear the 'hottest' summer clothes. They take a picture of me wearing white shorts that go up to my mid thigh and I wear a brown braided belt with it along with a light peach color spaghetti strap shirt. After that I wear a couple more things then I do my interview with Vogue and People Magazine. I sigh and go home from a busy day.
Macey's P.O.V:
I go and get my monthly issue of Vogue from the Gallagher Academy mail boxes downstairs. I look who's on the cover.
OH.
MY.
GOSH.
"GUYS! MS. MORGAN LOOK!"
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