Christin Solomon
Chapter 6-What You Don't Expect
Christin's POV (A/N: I'm so excited, I'm finally doing Christin's POV!)
I sat beside my dad as we ate breakfast, anticipating the coming announcements Mrs. Morgan would make. My little brothers sat with their girlfriends, talking away. Faintly, I remembered being four and sitting with an old friend on a swing set, talking away . . . but I quickly blocked it out.
"Don't be too mean." Dad whispered laughingly to me. I shook my head. I had meant what I said at the review, this year was going to be tough; I had to teach them to survive. My brother's faces flashed through my mind when I thought of survival. Grant glanced up at me and smiled broadly. He was such an easy going guy, not always on the ball, but he had good aim and power. Zach was just a down right trouble maker, but he was a good leader and kept his head, usually carrying Grant' too. Jonas was one of the smartest boys I ever met.
"Attention senior class, you will be going into Roseville today for a special assignment. Meet Mr. Solomon at the front doors for further instructions." Yes! What was so special about this assignment? I was carrying it out. Mrs. Morgan had warned me to not be to hard on Zach and Grant, but I had too, they had to learn. Zach met my gaze and gave me a questioning look; I shrugged, and shook my head as if I didn't know what was going on. I got up and walked over to their table, feeling many, many pairs of eyes on me.
"Are we going?" Grant asked. I couldn't pass up the chance to mess with him.
"Well . . ." I trailed off; Grant had a suspicious look on his face.
"I had something really fun planned to do today, but if you want to go into Roseville that bad . . ." No, nothing was planned, but Grant was just a step behind to not realize that.
"What we're we going to do?" He asked, his eyes widening now that he realized he could be missing something really fun.
"You we're going to have to wait till class to find out." I answered, shrugging off his question. His face became a little tortured as he tried to decide to choose on one to go to.
"Um . . . can't we do it tomorrow?" He begged.
"Nope, sorry." I shook my head sadly.
"But I don't want to choose." Grant groaned, for such a bug guy, he was such a wuss sometimes.
"Oh calm down, you don't have too. Of course you're going into Roseville." I told him, his expression became relieved and he took a deep breath. I laughed and ruffled his hair before leaving the Mess Hall to pack what I would need.
My room was neat and orderly. I appreciated the lived in style way more, but at any moment I could be called for a mission, and would have to be up and gone. I walked over to the closet and pulled out a duffel bag that was full of wigs, different colored contacts, and facial changers, like make up to make it look like I had freckles. I threw my reversible jacket, a pair of blue jeans, jean shorts, ankle converse, and black sandals into the duffel bag as well. Over my many years, I learned to change my appearance in less then a minute. Let's just say, when I used to do it in a minute and a second, it didn't work out to well.
"Ready?" Dad asked at my door. I nodded without answering and threw the duffel bag over my shoulder. When we got down to the driveway, I threw my bag into the trunk of a silver Honda Accord and took my leave. Spinning down the long driveway easily at seventy five miles per an hour, I saw the security guard mouth something about reckless teenagers. You have fifteen people on your tail with very big guns, you got used to driving fast. I plugged the comms unit that connected with my dad's into my ear.
"Shadow to Black Hole, come in Black Hole" I murmured into the comms.
"Black Hole to Shadow, this is Black Hole, go ahead" My dad Okayed.
"Where are the students?"
"Coming from their rooms right now, you have plenty of time Shadow." Dad reassured, I rolled my eyes.
"I know I'll have time to spare. Shadow out." I informed him.
"Black Hole out," He replied before I heard the click of the comms being turned off. I turned into Roseville's small parking lot for their movie theater. I changed into a blond wig, blue eyes, and freckles. I waited twenty minutes before I heard my dad through the comms.
"Students have left the vehicle, I repeat, students have left the vehicle."
"Got it" I said, very spy like.
I strolled down the main street and spotted Tina Walters with Matt Erickson. I walked towards them and called, "Oh my God, Jenny, is that you?" Tina didn't turn around. Good job, I mentally complimented her. An enemy could call something useless like that so you would turn around and they could identify your face.
"Johnny, slow down!" I yelled Matt. He stopped and turned, bad move. My voice was higher so he couldn't recognize me.
"Oh my God Johnny, it's been forever!" I gushed as I stepped forward and gave him a hug. Tina glared daggers at me and I stepped back from him.
"Nice to see you too," He choked out. Matt was a good actor, but I had taken him by surprise, not a good time for him to panic.
"Who's this?" I asked politely, looking at Tina.
"Katie Markesan" He introduced. Good job Matt, that was quick.
"Come on, I know this hole in the wall coffee shop, we can catch up." I told him cheerfully, turning down an alley. Matt followed with Tina behind him. I roundhouse kicked him in the chest, making him crash into Tina.
"You're out for the count." I informed them as I changed back to m voice. Tina frowned and Matt groaned. Both of them walked back to the Gallagher van and I changed in my car really quick to red hair and green eyes. I put on a Rookies jacket, jeans, and ankle Converse. Next on my list were Grant and Bex. I saw them and sat down on a bench and pretended to cry. I heard Bex whisper, "Is she okay?" and Grant answer, "Come one, let's go see what's wrong." Their footsteps stopped in front of me.
"Um . . . Miss . . . are you okay?" Grant asked. I shook my head and made it seem like I was sobbing harder. That's when Bex put her hand on my shoulder and I flipped her over the bench and she landed with a loud thud on the other side. Grant tried to punch me in the face, but I ducked and kneed him where no guy wants to be kneed. I warned him to never square up unless you knew you were taking them down.
"Grant and Bex, you're out." I explained as they both stood up. Bex growled something and Grant looked ashamed. The big sister side of me kicked in and I couldn't help but set my hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, you weren't expecting that. We'll go over it tomorrow." I promised, he nodded but didn't look up, "Grant, its okay. I'm not mad and you are not allowed to beat yourself up." I commanded. After a moment, he took a deep breath and nodded before walking away with Bex. I sprinted back to my car and changed into a brunette with brown eyes. The only two that were left were Zach and Cammie. It took me only five seconds longer then the others to find them. They were just strolling down a side street, holding hands, looking around at everything but each other. I hated to break them up at the moment, but I had too. I put on a Canadian accent.
"Excuse me! Will you help me? I need directions for a hotel in the next town over and I'm having a heck of a time finding a map." Both Zach and Cammie turned around and we walked toward each other.
"Have you gone to the pharmacy?" Cammie asked, I shook my head no.
"Oh, well they have maps there. Come on, I'll show you where it is." Zach took the lead instead and turned down an even lonelier street and spun to try to land a kick one me. I grabbed his ankle and spun him so he lost his balance and fell on the pavement. Cammie tried to punch me in the gut but I stepped back and tripped her so she landed on top of Zach.
"Shadow to Black Hole, all students have been taken out." I said into the comms. Zach smirked, hiding his hurt ego and Cammie blushed and got off Zach.
"Nice job Shadow, see you back at the school." Dad said before switching off the comms again.
"Nice try." I told them before walking back toward the parking lot. But before I did, I turned around, and called Cammie back.
"Yes?" She asked in a slightly guilty voice.
"When you're going to sock someone in the stomach, do a fake trip, because they'll jump, and won't have the time to react when they're coming back down to block your punch. Okay?" I explained warmly. I was trying to show her we were cool, that I wasn't upset. She considered my words for a second before she smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I got it."
"Good, see you back at Gallagher." I said before sprinting back to the car. I didn't want to be mad at Cammie, really I never was. I just let my emotions get to me last night. But everything was okay now and that was definitely a plus to the many minuses in my life.
A/N: I had to fix things between Cammie and Christin, partly because a lot of your reviews felt bad for Cammie and I don't like drama hanging around too long in my stories. I think this gave a deeper look into what the gang will be facing this year. Hope you enjoyed. Please review.