HEYYYY GUYS! omg it's been forever and I am SOOOOOOOO sorry! but I am also SOOOO sorry that this chapter is so short, but don't worry, this story will get interesting real soon...

ok, so I swear, I had this whole story on my thumbdrive and then can you guess what happened to it? I LOST IT! ahhh! anyway, hope u don't hate me for this, but if you do just don't be too harsh with your typed words! pretty please :)

i'm pouting right now, you just can't see it...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gallagher Girls series and most likely never will, but this plot line is all mine.

As Zach closed his eyes after his emotional speech, I saw my chance. With just the whisper of my clothes as they rubbed against my skin, I was off and running through the forest at top speed- which, by the way, is very fast.

I almost didn't hear them as they slowly stalked me. Almost.

Turning around in just the knick of time, I quickly swung my foot around in a perfect round-house kick to one of my attacker's jaws. The man groaned and rubbed his jaw from the ground, where he had lost his footing due to my awesome kick.

I had no time to relish in my flawless kick, though, because before I knew it, there were at least fifteen more people coming at me all at the same time (ok, so there were 19 there, but whatever). With all of them out-weighing me, I had to stick to what I did best.

I acted the part of being a Chameleon.

SO when they all charged towards me, I waited until they were perfectly timed, then jumped up to a low branch. My attackers all mashed into each other, not even realizing that I was out of their grasps until I was about a mile away (which only took three minutes (wish I could run that fast, lol) ). Panting under my breath, I kept running.

I had to ignore the ache in my muscles and bones. Because although I had been trained my whole life for this, the actual thing was much more tiring, and much more dangerous. That alone made me breathless and adding to the fact that I had just run 20 miles straight with the only break was the ten minute one where I was being attacked by about twenty people- all of which were muscly and HUGE!

Ignoring the stab in my chest when I realized that Zach was no longer with me (of course not that I really cared…), I finally stopped in a little town that I soon learned was just a little bit outside of Vancouver.

I strolled down the streets as though nothing was wrong- and by the looks I was getting from some people, I wasn't too sure if it was going to well. Finally a girl came up to me.

"Hey, are you ok?" she asked me. Inside, I just wanted to scream out: NO! But on the outside, I kept up my mask, only letting my features shift into an expression of curiosity.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" She seemed to catch my hint, then motioned to my clothing.

"Well, your clothes are kinda… torn up a bit."

When I looked down, I suddenly realized: this girl was totally right.

My tight black workout shirt was cut at the bottom, showing a small knife cut from the fight that unfortunately I was unable to block (they got me right when I was jumping up to the branch and the running just made the bleeding worse- it really wouldn't have been so bad had I not run so much).

Other than that, it was only my tight sweatpants that were odd. One side was torn from running through the branches- the tear made the one side look like short-shorts.

No wonder they had been staring at me.

I faked a smile and waved her off.

"Oh yeah, I was going on a jog and I tripped and fell- clumsy me!" the girl smiled at my response and visibly relaxed.

"Ok, well, glad you're alright… Hey, are you new? I haven't seen you here before?" I mentally hit myself for once again not having Zach there- he was really good at making up covers on the dot.

"Um, yeah, but I'm just visiting- I had this huge fight with my boyfriend and I just needed to get away," I said. That was almost the truth and I would have hit myself if that cover wasn't a really good idea.

"Oh, too bad…" the girl seemed to be itching to get back over to her giggling friends who all looked as if they wanted the scoop on the new weird chick with the torn up clothes. There were a few guys there too, but they were too busy staring at my exposed flesh to really pay attention.

Smiling at her, I turned and began to jog my way to the opposite direction that I knew they were going. However, when I knew I was out of their sight, I turned back to hear what they were saying.

"…totally weird… girl we … to be tailing… shush, don't talk too loud… Nancy, shut up, that's stupid… hot…" I could only catch snippets of their conversation.

But I could tell one thing: they had to be spies, but not very trained ones if they were flat-out talking about their mission without even using codes…

Thinking back to what "Nancy" looked like, I suddenly felt like hitting myself in the head- again. The Tilliam Academy for Fine Young Women and Young Men was another spy-training school. They must have been freshman or something…

I quickly made my way towards where I knew the school was. Don't ask how I knew.

AGAIN: soooo sorry for the long wait and then the shortness of the chapter but I hope to uodate this weekly, just so you know!

I just reread Chameleon and I have to admit that I don't think I did my best with it, so I hope I do a lot better with this one than it! :) lemme know what you think and I hope to get the next chapter up by Saturday, but if I don't please don't kill me! :)

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check out my other stories too! imma gonna update them sometime soon too! :D

~jenn :P