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Bex
What's your name?
How old are you?
Where am I?
Can I play on the stairs again?
Where do babies come from?
Why do you talk so funny? (Not cool Cammie)
Why are your shoes so tall? (Directed to more Macey than Liz or myself)
Can I have some pie?
These were some of the questions Cammie has asked us and we answered every one...except for the 'babies' one.
"Cammie," I turned around to face the three-year old, "how about we play a game?"
Her face immediately lit up, "A game?"
"Yeah," Macey interjected, "it's called the Quiet Game!" Her voice hit a higher pitch to make it sound like a magical game.
"Okay! What do you have to go?" Macey and I looked at each other.
I bent down, making myself leveled with Cammie's small body, "You have to stay quiet as long as possible."
"OKAY!" She shouted.
"But-you need to be quiet to win."
"OKAY!"
"That requires not talking." I told her in a quiet whisper.
She nodded her head vigorously. I stood up and we continued our journey to the cafeteria.
For the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, Cammie was completely silent. Macey and I both took the lead, Liz was behind us, Cammie at her side. I had to constantly look back to make sure Cammie was still there.
"Okay, we're here...Cammie?" Macey turned around slowly to find that Cammie had fled. "Cammie?"
We quickly looked around, under the tables, back in the hallways. After a minute or two, we decided to give up, she could be anywhere by now. And with her being a pavement artist, and a good one at that, she would be able to hide anywhere.
"Um...Bex?" Tina's voice rang throughout the halls.
"Yeah?" My monotone voice showed that I really didn't care about the gossip that she was surely dying to spill.
"Could you help me with something? Just real quick." Her voice was high-pitched, I could tell she was nervous about something, "Get off me you little...thing."
I heard giggling of a child behind me, I turned to see Cammie sitting on Tina, who was laying on the ground, as Cammie pulled at the Gossip Queen's spotless hair.
"OW!" The yelp was so high-pitched, it was weird and very annoying.
"Cammie, come here." Macey ordered.
"I'm good, but thank you for the offer." Cammie replied, I felt bad for Ms. Morgan, she had to deal with Cammie for seventeen years. God help her.
"It wasn't an offer, it was a demand." Macey shouted from across the hallway, attracting most of the girls' attention that were traveling to their classes.
"That's Cammie?" I heard someone ask from behind Tina.
"Cammie? Cammie who?"
"Mommy!" Cammie bellowed, jumping from Tina's back and into her mother's arms.
"Hi, sweetheart." Mr. Morgan eyed all the girls in the hallway, "Get back to class ladies, nothing to see here."
"She's being mean to me." Cammie told her mom, pointing at Macey.
"What did I do?" Macey asked, she seem legitimately confused.
"She was ordering me around, give her a time out." Cammie demanded to her mother.
She only nodded, "Macey, don't do it again." A teasing smile spread across her face, showing that she wasn't really upset.
"Yes, ma'am." She mocked, a smile on her face.
"Good." Cammie exclaimed, she really believed that her mother was reprimanding Macey.
"Headmistress," Tina called from the stairs, "-that girl jumped on my back and started trying to pull all my hair out of me head. I demand she be detained."
"That girl just so happens to be my daughter. So I expect you to treat her with the utmost respect." Ms. Morgan's voice changed from a sweet mother to the authority figure we all knew to be as Headmistress Morgan.
Tina's eyes widened for a moment from the shock before turning her gaze to Cammie. That was before she began glaring at our teacher's daughter, "Yes, ma'am." She muttered under her breath before rubbing the back of her head, and storming up the stairs.
She turned back to us, "Okay, why don't we get something to eat?" She asked, more to her daughter than us.
"Yeah! Let's go!" Cammie shouted before grabbing her mother's hand and ran towards the cafeteria door. As she ran past me, she grabbed my hand too and dragged me to the door. Her mother slowly opened the door, exposing the beautiful eating room on the other side, "Wow!" Cammie voiced.
"I know." Her mother whispered in her ear.
Cammie jerked my hand towards her, it actually kind of hurt, "I'm pretty sure I won the quiet game!" She told me.
"You're right. We lost way too soon. I demand a rematch." I smiled down at her, she was so sweet, so innocent. Her smile was one of that belonged to a carefree girl, a girl who wasn't currently being pursued by a terrorist group, who was trying to kill her.
"What do you guys want to eat?" Liz asked, her small voice nervous. She gets nervous a lot.
"Anything is fine." Headmistress Morgan told her. Liz nodded before disappearing behind the walls of the room and into the kitchen.
"Cammie? Sweetheart, I have some questions I want to ask you."
"Okay."
"What was the last thing you remember?" Cammie looked down, thinking about what her mother was asking her.
"I remember waking up on a big bed, with a really pretty boy staring at me." Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. Macey and I were about to explode at Cammie's definition of the tough Zach Goode.
Yeah Cammie, he is very pretty. I thought.
"Okay, what about before that?" Cammie's mom asked slowly, making sure her three year old completely understood her.
"Nothing really, beside you tucking me into bed. Then I woke up here. Where am I anyway? Can I go outside? Is there pie here. Preferable apple, it is the best. It makes my tummy feel good! (I really don't know what Cammie's favorite pie is-Guessing here, sorry!) Can I go find Liz?"
Her mother nodded, looking down. Cammie sprang from her seat and ran into the kitchen, "How are we going to get Cammie back to normal?"
Macey and I exchanged a look before looking at Ms. Morgan, "I don't know." Macey told her.
"Liz is the chemical genius within all of us. We have no idea, we don't even know what this is." The Headmistress of Gallagher Academy began rubbing her forehead, obviously stressed about something.
"What is going on?" Mr. Solomon, our CoveOp teacher stormed into the room, "All my students are talking about Cammie being a little girl."
"Joe, we have a little problem." Ms. Morgan started before being interrupted.
"Mommy, look." Cammie sprinted into the room before forcing a crumpled piece of paper in front of her mother's face.
Ms. Morgan sighed in exasperation, and I didn't blame her. Cammie was an exhausting little girl. Cammie must have noticed because her face immediately dropped like a ton of bricks.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Ms. Morgan asked, rubbing her head Cammie looked down, a tiny frown on her once cheery face.
"I just found this note." She muttered before turning around to leave, tears welled in her eyes.
"Come here, baby" Rachel Morgan told her daughter before scooping Cammie up into her arms then placing her on her lap, "What does this note say?"
"I don't know." A small smile played on her face, knowing that her mother wasn't mad at her.
Ms. Morgan opened the note, and her eyes became the size of golf balls, "Where did you find this?"
"Under a table." Cammie declared, seeming very proud of herself.
"What does it say?" She handed the slip of paper to me.
It read:
"Don't forget to order those thongs you wanted from Victoria Secret!
Signed, Anna to Tina"
Okay, that was bloody awkward. Why would you write that down then leave it somewhere for everyone to see; I mean, goodness.
"What's a thong?" Cammie's small voice asked. Although she pronounced it as th-O(long "O")-ng. Her mother only glared at the note for opening up this discussion.
"Something you will never wear!"
"What the hell?" I had to snicker at Macey's slip up.
"Language, young lady."
"Sorry, ma'am." She muttered, I knew perfectly well that she wasn't sorry at all.
"Hell?" I cracked then when I heard Cammie's little girl voice say it in such an innocent voice. I was laughing so hard, I was having trouble breathing.
"Cameron Ann Morgan! We don't say things like that!" Ms. Morgan scolded.
"She just did!" Cammie said pointedly.
"Yes, and I told her to watch her language." She told her daughter in the same tone.
"Can I take a nap?" Cammie asked suddenly. I've noticed Cammie can't really stay on one subject at a time.
"Yes, come on. Lets get you tucked in for a nap." Ms. Morgan agreed before picking Cammie up and taking her out the door with a three-year old Cammie's head lolled on her shoulder. She was so cute.
"Can someone please explain what is going on here?"
I took over explaining this to our teacher, "Well, Cammie was turned into a three-year old and we are currently trying to figure out the cure. But for now, we need to find Liz."
Zach
Where is everyone? I looked down all the halls and could find anyone. Did everyone just get up and walk off the planet?
"Zach?" I turned to see Ms. Morgan, she seem more drained than before, "Hey, I have to work on some paper work, would you mind walking Cammie for a while? She seemed to really take a liking to her." Rachel told me, wriggling her eyebrows in the process.
I chuckled, "Yeah, I'ld love to." She gently, making sure not to wake her, placed her daughter in my arms. With another appreciative, "Thanks" she walked out of the hall. I quickly made my way back to Cammie's room and placed Cammie on the bed.
I sat there for a few moments until I heard shifting and shuffling. I looked down to see the small girl playing in the covers of the bed again. She really liked bed covers.
"HI!" She gave me the sweetest, most innocent smile known to man. I couldn't help but smile, even if I was depressed as hell. She just had a smile that would make the saddest person smile-just for her.
"Hey." I patted her head, in the way you would a puppy. But she only shook me off immediately. She glared up at me, a glared that reminded me of a little kitten. I couldn't help be laugh at the thought.
"What are you laughing at?" She pouted.
"You, you're so cute." I told her, her mouth formed an "O" shape.
"You're right, I am!" She yelped before jumping up and swinging her arms around my neck. As she smashed her face against my neck, I could feel her warm breath as she giggled softly.
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"I'm gonna get a thong!" I started choking, I seriously couldn't breath for a second.
"Where are you going to get one of those?" I choked out. Her smile only grew wider, I was slightly scared of her answer.
"From Victoria Secret, just like Tina!" She said, the pride was evident in her voice.
"Tina? Why would you want to do what Tina does?" I asked, she was already so gorgeous, even as a three-year old. Well, she's more cute than gorgeous because-well-she's three.
"Because," Her smile disappeared from her adorable tiny face. Her brows scrunched together, letting me know that she was think hard, "Well, I mean, don't you like people who get things from Victoria Secret?" She asked. Where would she get something like that?
"No, why would you think of that?" Did she really think I was that shallow?
"Well, when I showed Mommy that Bra and when I brought up the thong your face got a weird expression on it, I thought you like that kind of stuff." Her eyes lowered down to my stomach.
"No, of course not."
"Oh," She made the sweetest sound as she placed her tiny hands on my chest. She looked up at me, confusion written all over her face, "Why is your chest so hard? It's like a rock!" To prove her point, she slammed her tiny fist against my chest, it really tickled more than anything.
"It's because I exercise daily."
"Oh." She softly leaner her head on my shoulder and started lightly snoring in my ear. I gently placed her on her bed, pulling all the covers up to warm her up.
"Night Cam, I love you." I whispered before sitting on the chair next to the bed.
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