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"He's dead!" I felt myself slide onto the floor. "My dad, he's dead. I went to find him… I went to bring him home, but he's not coming home, he's never coming home, nothing can bring him back, he's gone!" I sobbed.

And then I took another gulp of tea, because I'd never wanted to forget anything more in my whole life.

()()()()

I felt someone grab the cup from me.

"No!" I sobbed. "I need to forget, just please let me forget!"

"You don't want to forget Cammie" Zach's face was coming into focus; I had no idea how I still knew it was him. I was meant to be forgetting.

"I do…" I whispered uncertainly. I did, didn't I? I'd felt a lot of pain in my life. There was the type of pain when your mother puts you into a boarding school for five years, the kind of pain when someone physically tortures you… then there's the kind of pain when you know your dads dead, and I would have felt all the other types of pain at once just to take back seeing my dad's initials carved into the wall. My dad was dead, and nothing could bring him back. The horrified look on my mom's face was confirmation enough that she didn't want me. I didn't deserve anything or anyone.

I scrabbled up from the floor, throwing myself at the trustee holding the cup, the cup that would make me forget everything.

"You don't" Zach repeated.

I finally thought of all the things I was about to lose, the only friends I'd ever had, the only boy I'd ever loved, my mom, the only parent who I had left…

"I don't want to forget!" I suddenly sobbed falling to the floor, turning to face Zach. "I want to have a proper funeral for my dad, I want to make things up to Bex, Liz and Macey, and I want to be with my mom, with Aunt Abby… and with you!"

"Zach… take Cammie to the hospital room, let her rest for a while, we have things to discuss" someone said. I panicked at the fact I didn't recognise the voice.

"What?!" Another voice raged. "But she broke the deal; she needs to be kicked out!"

"No, this changes things" I heard someone say in the distance, and it was a while before I realised Zach had lead me out the room.

I leaned against the wall of the corridor for a second feeling dizzy. I looked around.

"Where am I?" I asked. I was scared now.

"Just… just keep your arm around me" Zach whispered. I didn't understand… I had no idea where I was but I still remembered Zach, everything about him down to the last detail.

We walked through winding corridors for ages until we came to a small room with hospital beds.

"Lay down" Zach directed. I did as he was told, feeling sick with dizziness.

I closed my eyes, and before I knew it I had drifted off.

()()()()

I could feel someone's hand in mine; I opened my eyes, frowning in surprise. Zach was sat on the bed beside me, gripping my hand. He quickly let go as soon as he saw I was awake.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Fine" I shrugged, not really sure how I felt.

"Do you… do you remember me?" He asked quickly.

I frowned in confusion.

"Well… we were kind of… well…" Zach stammered.

"I know, you don't like labels" I smirked.

Zach's face lit up. "You remember me?"

I frowned again. "Of course I remember you Zach, why wouldn't I?"

"Well… because you got given memory modification tea, well, you didn't drink all of it, so the nurse thought you may forget a few things… I was worried you'd forget about me"

I laughed. "Of course I wouldn't Zach"

Zach laughed too, and then his face fell. "What else do you remember?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Everything… pretty much… I remember that my dad's dead… if that's what you mean…"

He nodded. "Do you know where we are?"

I looked around the room. It was completely unfamiliar. I panicked a little, until I looked out of the window; perfectly manicured grounds met my eyes. Of course; I was at Gallagher.

I smiled smugly at Zach. "We're at Gallagher"

Zach ran a hand through his hair in surprise. "Wow, the nurse said you'd probably only remember things that were important to you…"

I blushed a little with embarrassment as I said "Well, Gallagher is important to me, it's my home"

Zach smiled slightly. "It's my home too"

I nodded and the room plunged into silence.

"God Cammie, I'm so sorry! I didn't realise it would come to this, I would have told them myself if I'd have known…" Zach rushed to say.

"No" I interrupted. "It was my fault, I should have told them straight away, the longer I left it, the harder it got, they had to find out eventually, and I'm glad you didn't tell them… you were right, it was better coming from me… It was my story to tell"

"They're so relieved" Zach smiled at my look of surprise.

"Relieved?" I asked in confusion. "Why would they be relieved? My dad's dead… He…"

"Because you're alive, you're safe here; your mom thought she was going to lose you again"

"She isn't mad?" I asked timidly.

Zach shook his head. "Just relieved that you told her in the end, she's just so happy it wasn't the both of you dead… and… I heard her telling Abby that she's almost happy that he's dead…"

Zach took in my look of disgust.

"Not like that!" Zach hurried to say. "Only because now she knows he can rest in peace, he won't be in pain"

I shuddered at the thought of all the pain he must have had to endure and nodded in understanding. "Does she know about Catherine being dead?"

Zach nodded. "I just told her… the trustees are talking things through now, they don't blame you, not really, they know you only did what you thought was best. In fact, they feel guilty, for not searching for him as much as they should have"

I pulled the bed covers up to my chin.

"I'm so glad you still remember, Cammie… well, most things"

I nodded. The words formed in my mouth… was I happy that I'd remembered, was I happy that I'd woken up at Gallagher rather than my old school? Yes. I was. "Me too" I whispered.

()()()()

"What do you want?" Macey turned her head away from me as I walked into what apparently was my room. Zach gave me a gentle nudge of encouragement.

"A… a lot happened that I haven't told you about" I admitted sheepishly as Bex, Macey and Liz sat up straighter on their beds and finally met my eyes.

"Damn right" Bex grunted. "In fact, there's probably less you have told us"

"I… I know…" I muttered, feeling my anger rising to a dangerous level. Had they just been tortured? Had they just lost a dad? No… but then I realised, they didn't know I had, because I hadn't told them. I suddenly felt my anger die.

"I know, and I'm sorry" I said more confidently. "And if you really want me to tell you then I'll tell you"

"Of course we…" Bex paused her rant as she looked at me more closely and saw the tears I was trying to hold back. "Cammie… what is it?" She whispered with concern.

That was when I lost it. I didn't deserve such good friends; I didn't deserve any of their kindness. "Don't…" I whispered. "Don't pity me, please, I'll tell you, just… I don't want your pity"

They all nodded and I could see them leaning to the edges of their beds. "It's my dad…" my voice broke. They all exchanged a look.

"He… I went… to find him… torture… dead" I managed to stutter out before I collapsed into Zach whose arms wrapped around me. I immediately felt better for saying it. It was true, it had happened; I had to begin to deal with it.

Suddenly Zach's arms weren't the only ones around me; four sets of arms were hugging me tightly. That was when I knew things would be okay.

()()()()()

Once again life began to get back to normal, depending on your definition of normal. In fact, I was sure from now on my life was going to be abnormal. But I didn't care; because that was the life I'd chosen. Granted; after spending half my school life at normal schools I wasn't going to be as clever as Liz, I wasn't going to be as brave as Bex or Macey… but it didn't matter, because I had time to learn.

Making up with Liz, Bex and Macey was a total relief, and I hadn't realised how much I missed them until they'd been gone, and after the promise that if I went on another mission I would take them with me, they forgave me. They showed me around the castle again, taught me things that I'd forgotten thanks to being an idiot and drinking the memory modification tea.

"You need to go and see her"

"I will!" I snapped at Zach as we sat in the library doing Cove Ops work, mine was about four weeks' worth that I'd missed so I was understandably getting stressed out.

"You've avoided seeing her for weeks now, she wants to talk to you, but you keep avoiding…"

"Alright, Zach!" I snapped again, dropping the level of my voice as two sophomores looked at me with agitation, even though they were just redesigning the 'Invisible Ink' poster for extra credit. "I know I have to see her, but I'm busy now"

Zach sighed and tucked the stray piece of hair that fell over my forehead behind my ear. He leaned further forward so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. "At least you have a mom who cares about you"

I couldn't believe he'd just dropped the guilt bomb. I stormed up from the chair, knocking it over as I stood. My heart pounded against my chest. I glanced back at Zach, but he was swinging on his chair, almost completely oblivious to what had just happened. I pushed my way out of the room ignoring the whispers and stares that always followed me wherever I went. It was ironic that I was a pavement artist.

"Cammie!" I froze at the voice. It was the voice I'd tried, and successfully avoided. Until now.

"Cammie, we have to talk"

I knew it was true, but I still couldn't turn around and see the guilt and anger in Aunt Abby's eyes.

"Just look at me would you?!" Aunt Abby ordered, but I stayed turned away.

"You're being ridiculous!" she raged as she turned me roughly to face her. I looked into her eyes and was surprised when I saw no hate, only concern.

"Any reason you've been avoiding me for weeks?" she asked calmly.

"I haven't…"

Aunt Abby raised her eyebrows sceptically.

"I have nothing to say" I finally muttered, attempting to turn away again, but the vice grip on my shoulders tightened and I had no to choice but to look into Abby's eyes again. Then I suddenly felt like her grip wasn't just on my shoulders, but on my neck. "Are you… crying?" I whispered.

I saw Abby wipe a hand over her face, almost in anger, as if she were ashamed to cry in front of me.

"Hey… it's okay" I whispered awkwardly as I hugged her, unsure what to do. She pulled away and turned her face away so I couldn't see her tears. It was then that I realised how alike we were, both hiding away our feeling, it seemed to suddenly hit her too.

"I know how your feeling Cammie" she whispered, her face turned away from me still.

It was my turn to turn away from her, feeling angry. "How can you possibly…"

"He was important to me Cammie!" Abby finally turned to face me. "And it was my fault, so I know how you're feeling right now!"

I backed away slightly, suddenly a little scared. "How… how was it your fault?"

"He trusted me… he asked me to go on that mission with him! And I said no! The CIA wanted to send me on a different mission… a mission that was less effort… I didn't tell Rachel for weeks when I knew he'd missed twelve call ins, like you didn't tell us he was dead, and now, because of me, he's dead!" She cried.

I shook my head in confusion. "How could that possibly be your fault?"

"Don't you see Cammie? We all feel responsible… but in the end… it was his decision, nothing any of us could have said would have stopped him. And it's over… you've done it Cammie, killed the leader of The Circle, you've finished what he started"

It hit me just like that. I suddenly realised… of course it wasn't my fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was just the way life was.

"Aunt Abby…" I whispered weakly. "It wasn't your fault, it wasn't anyone's fault, it wasn't yours and… it wasn't mind either"

Aunt Abby suddenly smiled and squeezed my arm. "I know"

"Aunt Abby…" I suddenly looked down at the floor. "Where's my mom?"

"Right there" Aunt Abby pointed to a little way down the corridor when my mom leaned against the wall closely resembling a supermodel.

"See you later squirt" Aunt Abby gave me nudge down the corridor and I nodded, giving her hand one last squeeze.

"Thanks Aunt Abby" I smiled. She nodded, and I approached my mom hesitantly.

My mom looked an absolute mess close up. I noted she was wearing my dad's clothes again, she was wearing yesterday's makeup… and she was skinny, really skinny.

She opened her mouth to speak but I motioned with my hand to stop her and reached into my backpack, grabbing a chocolate bar.

"You need this more than me" I said in a jokey way. My mom cracked a smile and took it, thanking me.

"Cammie…" She began.

"I don't care that I was an accident" I said suddenly, even though it hurt when I said it. "Well… I mean…"

"Cammie!" my mom interrupted. "You have to realise how much we loved you after you were born, Cammie, not even for one second did I think about giving you way, getting you adopted, never, you were so perfect"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

"And now…" She stopped and stared at me for a while. "You're so beautiful Cammie, you've grown into such a great… spy"

I nodded again, unable to speak.

"You have your dad's coloured eyes" she whispered.

I smiled, remembering the pictures I'd seen of him. "I know, but I have your shaped eyes"

She nodded.

"You know, it's not your fault he's dead…"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I know that too, Aunt Abby beat you too it, it's no one's fault"

My mom looked down.

"And it's defiantly not your fault"

I noticed her lower lip trembling.

"I miss him too" I whispered, pulling my mom into a tight hug, she gripped onto me as if her life depended on it.

"I'm so glad you're okay, I'm so glad you're here" she whispered in my ear.

I swallowed. "Me too, I realised this is where I want to be… this is home"

"Dinner… on Sundays…" My mom managed to choke out as she let go of me.

"Of course" I smiled. "Dinner on Sunday sounds great…"

"And bring Zach with you too…" I realised she was looking over my shoulder and turned to where Zach was standing.

"Sorry…" He shuffled about uncomfortably, obviously annoyed with himself for interrupting.

"No… it's fine, we're finished here" my mom nodded, her hand still gripping my shoulder. "Zach… you stay here, at Gallagher… for as long as you need to"

Zach gaped at her. "Really…?"

My mom nodded. "Of course" She glanced back at me and gripped my shoulder tighter. "I have a stubborn, crying sister to deal with, I'll see you on Sunday Cammie"

I nodded and watched her walk away; her walk was more authoritive, more sure of herself than before as she laid an arm around Aunt Abby and they walked off together.

"You got me angry just so I'd meet with Aunt Abby and my mom"

Zach shifted uncomfortably as I glared at him angrily.

"I'm sorry… it was the only way…"

"Thank you" I whispered suddenly, pulling him in towards me, kissing him and wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.

"You're not angry" he frowned in confusion.

"I'm not the rebel I was when I came here… remember?" I laughed.

Zach laughed too. "So, rebel, what will you be wearing to graduation? That's if your bad behaviour doesn't mean you getting expelled from it of course"

I rolled my eyes. "Graduation is…"

"Next month"

I froze, my mouth gaping. "What?! Next month?!"

"Oh, Cammie!" Zach laughed again. "I'm kidding, it's five months away yet"

"Zach, don't do that to me!" I elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"Still…" Zach's arms wrapped around me again, causing the sophomores that walked past us to gape. "After graduation we'll be free to do whatever we want… so, I was thinking, I'll join the CIA with you…"

"Zach" I frowned. "No way, your dream has always been to be in MI5"

Zach shook his head. "They're the same thing… really… I don't care what name we work under, as long as my first mission is with you"

I smiled. "Well then, let's hope I graduate!"

"Course you will, you're a 'CIA legacy'" Zach said teasingly.

"So, are we going to get waffles of not?" I asked impatiently.

"Sure" Zach said draping an arm around my shoulders, once again avoiding all the stares.

"That's the girl who went after her dad and stopped the circle!" I heard a girl behind us whisper.

"She used to be terrible"

"But now she's like, a pavement artist spy!"

"Awesome" one of them agreed. I listened to the conversation happily.

Suddenly I realised I wasn't known as the 'rebel' of the school anymore. I was known as the 'pavement artist'… and that was a title I was determined to keep.

The End.

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