Today I told my mum that on one of my fan fiction stories I got 12,000 views. I also showed her the lovely reviews that you all sent me on this story. My mum then went out and bought me a box of chocolates and a bunch of flowers. So I would like to say thank you to all of you for reading and reviewing on my stories. You have all given me so much confidence when it comes to writing, I mean two years ago I would only write fan fictions and I didn't think I was good enough to write my own novels, now I have started six of my own books that I love. So Thank you heaps to everyone who gave me support 3
Oh and um to the guy who reviewed under the name 'Jace' I am sorry about the fact that I keep referring to my readers as girls, I think I have apologized in my other stories, it's just that the only guy who really talks to me about my writing is my best friend (Hey Isaac xx) and well yeah sorry!
"No wig, she need to have her proper hair, it's so much prettier. Besides she was wearing a blonde wig last time." Macey waved a curling iron dangerously close to my face.
"But I have to wear a disguise!" I argued, I would feel naked going as myself.
"You have a disguise. Besides your hair colour matches this dress better than the wig does." Bex pointed out, her mouth full of bobby pins.
I grumbled under my breath at the mention of my disguise. I was not at all comfortable with the floor length gold ballroom gown I was wearing. The song 'Techno fan' by The Wombats played in the background as my friends started to get me ready for my assignment.
Macey twirled me around so she could fix up the back of my hair and I finally caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes went wide, Macey had done an amazing job; my ball gown was strapless and slightly-dark gold colour with black petticoats that peeked out of the bottom and a vine of large black leaves snaking down diagonally from one corner.
My hair was in an elegant French braid low up do and my make-up was in natural shades. I looked well… "You look beautiful Cam." Bex told me quietly. It was the fact that she said it so quietly that made me believe her.
Mr Solomon had given me a folder containing my target and all the information I needed to know about it. Tonight there would be a gala at some grand ballroom, it was supposed to be a charity cause but Mr Solomon said that was just its cover. I had to go inside and act normal, at 11:57 I would plant the bomb and then get everyone to evacuate. At 12:00 sharp the building would explode and I would disappear into the night; my very own Cinderella story.
At 9:00 I met Mr Solomon at the front gates, there was a limo waiting for us and he gestured for me to hop in.
We soon arrived at the location and Mr Solomon handed me the bomb which I tucked into a guard I had around my ankle. Cinderella would not be leaving a shoe behind tonight, just a bomb.
There was a line to get in the door, it seemed like you had to have had your name down on the list to get in. "Just flirt with the bouncer or pass him a $50." Macey whispered over the comms.
"Macey this is a gala not a night club!" I whispered back furiously.
Bex pointed out that there was a maintenance exit towards the back of the building; it was down near the female toilets. I slipped silently into the shadows and made my way to the door. The door of course would set off an alarm if anyone opened it without identification but that wasn't much of a problem.
I bent down and grabbed a small can of hairspray from my pocket, along with one of Macey's old credit cards. I sprayed the scanner with the hair spray and quickly slid the card into the slot, hoping that an alarm wouldn't go off. The door opened and I resisted the urge to clap, professionals didn't clap.
I walked quickly and quietly until I was outside the bathroom. I then walked casually down the hallway to the ballroom. Everyone would just think I had gone to the bathroom to check my make-up.
I pulled on my gold and black mask, feeling glad that my face was hidden yet at the same time feeling as if I had stepped through time; who had a masquerade ball now-a-days?
In the ballroom people danced elegantly and look right at home in their masks and ball gowns. I on the other hand hated the amount of skirts twirling around my feet, how was I supposed to climb in this?
"Stop fidgeting with your dress and act like you belong there." Macey snapped at me over comms.
I sighed "And how exactly to I blend in to a place like this?" It was a fairly good question really, even though everyone was wearing masks each woman seemed to stand out in her own way; that lady was wearing a too bright diamond necklace, the woman over there had on a bright red dress that caught everyone's eye. And I was wearing a stunning dress and seemed to be one of only few younger girls in the room.
"Dance, laugh, and act as if you are above everyone else." Came Macey's wise words of wisdom.
A blonde haired boy made his way towards me, he seemed like he was only a year or two older than me and obviously was no stranger to the gym. Now that I thought about it there was quite a lot of teenage boys in the room and each one looked more muscular than the next, were all rich guys this good looking? (Not that I could see their faces)
The blonde guy asked if I would like to dance and seeing as Macey was shouting 'Yes' in my ear I didn't seem to have a choice. I was at once glad that we had been given dancing lessons at Gallagher Academy because everyone here was amazingly good at the waltz.
After dancing with several more guys my age and one or two who might have been forty I was spotted by a handsome young man with dark hair. As we started to dance I got a good look at his eyes from under his black mask. They were an intense green.
He started to talk, not realising who he was dancing with. I was glad Macey had made me ditch the blonde wig, if Zach realised that I was the same girl from the other day my cover would be blown.
"Have we met before?" Zach asked me suddenly, he looked at me curiously.
"I would have remembered a face like yours." I answered him in a British accent, spinning around in his arms.
"You're British?" Zach seemed surprised. God none of my other dance partners had talked this much.
I smiled pleasantly at him, while inside I was secretly plotting his death; he had made me fail my last assignment, therefore it was his fault I was at this boring party in this annoying dress. "I lived in London until only recently, hence the accent."
Zach twirled me around, as I spun I caught sight of the fire alarm. "And how did you get into this gala? It was supposed to be a private event." Then why the hell are you here?
I pointed at the blonde boy from earlier, "He invited me." I giggled a bit to make it seem more believable.
"I can see why he kept you a secret." Zach told me. I didn't need to fake the blush, and I was once again glad I was wearing a mask.
It might have been the fact that I was pretending to be someone else, or that I had been twirling for too long, but for some reason I suddenly felt a bit braver as I asked. "So you think I'm beautiful?"
Zach lowered me into a dip that none of the other dancers seemed to be doing. He studied my face carefully before answering. "I would have to see your face to know for sure." My head spun and I wished that Macey would translate over the comms what Zach's answer meant. Wait why was I suddenly hoping Zach would think I was beautiful? I didn't like him, he ruined my field opps plus liking a guy never goes well for terrorists. Remember what happened with Josh? Whispered the little voice in my ear.
While all this was going on in my head Zach's hand was slowing reaching for my mask. I grabbed his hand and placed it back around my waist, he was not allowed to know who I was; my whole cover would be blown.
"Do you have a name?" He asked, spinning me around again. Great so now he wanted to know my name. He was going to ruin this whole thing.
"Sure, lots." I told him absently. He laughed like he thought I was being cute, when really I was just telling as much of the truth as I ever could.
"It's Eliza." I said.
"That's a pretty name, is it short for anything?" He asked, leaning in slightly.
Why was he leaning in? Could he not hear me properly over the music or something? If so he really needed to get his hearing checked if he wanted to be a spy. "Yes," I replied, "It's short for Eliza."
Zach chuckled, and let me tell you it was a really attractive sound… not that I noticed or anything. His face was now mere inches away from mine and my traitorous heart sped its beat up. Stupid heart, did you not learn anything from last time? "Are you always this smart-mouthed?" He said it like a compliment, I hoped it was a compliment.
"Only on Fridays and when attractive guys are involved." I quipped.
Zach smirked once more; he was dangerously close now, so close that I could smell the mint on his breath. "Are you calling me attractive?"
I leaned in and whispered in his ear "No, it's a Friday." With that I twirled away and disappeared off into the crowd.
11:57 came and I made my way towards the fire alarm I had spotted earlier. I pulled down the bright red lever and watched in satisfaction as everyone ran around, trying to get out of the sprinklers that had just turned on. I raced towards the front door, the whole time thinking about how furious Macey would be at the fact that I got the dress wet.
When I was nearly at the front door I kicked my foot slightly; sending the iBomb sliding across the floor and under a table where it would stay dry and hidden from sight.
I was standing outside facing the building when I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder. "The fire department will arrive in ten minutes." Zach told me.
He spun me around to face him and reached for my mask, his own had been discarded. "I never told you my name." He pulled off my mask and raised his eyebrows. "But I guess you already know it."
I smiled innocently, "Hi, Zach."
"Hey Gallagher Girl." He smirked.
I gasped. "How do you know I got to Gallagher Academy?"
He pointed to himself and said "Spy." Before changing the subject. "You must be cold in that dress."
I shook my head but couldn't help but shiver as a cold draught hit me. Zach raised his eyebrows at my stubbornness and I was just about to tell him there was no way I was going to take the dress off -soaking or not- when he pulled off his tuxedo jacket and placed it around my shoulders. Wow who new Zach Goode could be a gentleman.
As soon as the jacket touched my shoulders I was instantly surrounded by his scent. I would have to keep this jacket for err… DNA purposes.
"Thank you." I whispered.
Zach nodded in acknowledgment and was saved from further conversation by the arrival of a man in his mid-forties. "Zachary have you seen…" the man stopped when he saw me, "And who is this lovely young lady?"
"Didn't Zach tell you?" I gushed, "I'm his plus one." I giggled at the last part before adding, "I'm Tylah, and I think I had too much to drink." I giggled again. And the man looked at me worriedly before walking away.
Zach stared at me, "Tylah? What happened to Eliza from London, Hayley from Daisy's flower shop and Emma Thomas who was visiting her dad at work?"
I shrugged, "Tylah suits me better don't you think?" one minute left.
Zach shook his head slightly. "Am I ever going to know your real name, Gallagher Girl?"
I pointed to my hair, "You now know my real hair colour, see no wig. That should be enough for now."
"And a very nice colour it is. Now just answer me one question, what are you doing here?" Zac turned me around so that for the first time that night I could read the banner out the front of the building. Blackthorne School for young men's charity gala.
Oh revenge is sweet; I was blowing up something to do with Zach's school. This will teach them not to mess with me, talk about pay back.
"Can't a girl just have some fun on a Friday night?" I asked sweetly. This sentence was backed up by the explosion of the building as the clock struck midnight. And just like Cinderella's outfit, the gala disappeared.
Zach turned away from the burning building to look at me but the space next to him was empty as I had slipped away into the night, the only proof I had ever been there was the flames and an expensive gold mask lying on the ground; looking as important as a glass slipper.
Shout out to all my amazing readers/ reviews here are a few; Juliette-Tiggy, PotatoesAndDragons, Zach-Goode' , Book-luver-4-life and CammieZachZammie… Thank you all for your amazing reviews and support xx
Hey um is it sad that I spent Saturday night in genie pants and a rolling stones top writing stories, listening to Ed Sheeran on replay and sharing a box of Cadbury chocolates with myself? I would like to add the saddest point of all, that very night most of my year group from school were at some popular girl's party.