"CAMERON ANN MORGAN! GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF BED BEFORE I SET BEX ON YOU!"

"Five more minutes." I mumbled into my pillow, turning over. I heard some giggling, and was about to turn around to inspect what it was about, when I was doused with ice cold water.

"GET UP!" I heard Bex yell about five feet to my left. I launched out of bed, and straight into Bex, knocking her over, and onto the floor. I pinned her for five more seconds before getting up and glancing at the clock.

"Why in the world did you guys get me up at seven in the morning!? We don't have any classes today! Remember! Mission!" I looked at Macey and Bex's faces before realizing why I was up three hours before we had to leave. I checked the secret passageways I had found around the room. I walked over, grabbed my a change of clothes calmly, before flipping over Bex, and straight into one of the passageways in our room. Yes! I was home free.

They really should've realized when I went to get a change of clothing that I was going to escape from the room somehow.

I ran down the passageway, and into one of the empty classroom, where, after checking for bugs, I locked the door, and changed into the clothes I had brought.

I had brought all dark clothing. I had black sweatpants, and a black sweatshirt, to put over my soaking wet black shirt.

I knew Joe had said that we would be disguising ourselves in the plane, and I didn't want to put up with the girls giving me a makeover, before we even got ON the plane. Once I was done, I headed to the building outside, that held the equivalent of a gym.

I slipped on my running shoes, and headed out of the property for a morning jog around the school. The girls had probably not even bothered looking for me. After all, when I didn't want to be, I couldn't be found.

I jogged around the school for the next hour, and ended up running half of my normal length, before I decided I would practice my gymnastics. After all, my enemies expected agility, but they definitely didn't expect gymnastics.

I was working on my triple tuck off of a cartwheel back handspring, when I noticed someone enter the room out of the corner of my eye. I continued working, figuring that it was probably just another boy going through his morning routine.

I executed my move perfectly, and backflipped to celebrate.

"YES!" I whispered under my breath. My hair was finally dry and I had twenty minutes until I had to be at the plane. I jogged towards the changing room, hoping to find another shirt that wasn't soaked through with sweat, when I crashed into a person.

I saw a hand reach out, and on instinct grabbed it, flipped the person, and then turned around to face whoever it was.

All I saw was a pair of emerald eyes.

"Gah. Here I was minding my own business, when I get body slammed, and flipped over someone's shoulder." Complained Zach, his smirk etched on his face.

"Next time, don't stand in my way. And don't try to help me stand up. Usually, bad things happen."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Well, I have to go, or I'll be late for the Cove Ops Mission. I guess you'll see me later. Or not." I said, smiling over my shoulder.

I was planning on the not.

As I said earlier, I was debating on whether I should start a new story, review me your thoughts on if I should or shouldn't and then maybe some ideas for another story?

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