CHAPTER ONE (first half)

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I looked through the back window of our limousine at the downpour of rain that drops down on the streets of Roseville, Virginia, as we sped past shops and restaurants, homes and the people standing outside of them.

In a way, I envy these people, that their life won't ever be dangerous, that they'll never have to worry about whether or not they can live till the next day.

But, maybe because I'm Morgan Rachel "Mary" Morgan-Goode, daughter and first child of Cameron and Zachery Morgan-Goode, that I'd been born for danger, or because-well, I'm just a twelve-year-old girl who loves adventure, a larger part of me was filled with excitement. After all, it isn't every day that (not to be dramatic or anything) you literally go meet your destiny in the form of the Gallagher's Academy for the first time ever! I'm about to go to a building of covert secrets, meet people who've saved the world more than twenty times, and learn the skills of my sisterhood.

I'm about to go to a school for spies.

The first time I've learned (by hacking into a certain protected database) that I'm a Gallagher (not to mention CIA) legacy, I was six. And ever since then, I had been longing to attend the Gallagher's Academy for Exceptional Young Women. To learn about the world of espionage and find myself a place in the family business. To join my sisterhood. To-

"We're here, sweetie." My mother said, cutting me off from my train of thoughts, "Are you excited to see grandma and grandpa?"

"Yes!" I shouted. Had I mentioned before that my grandma, agent Rachel Morgan Solomon, is the headmistress of the Gallagher's Academy? And agent Joseph Solomon (who, rumor has it, rescued a group of people being held prisoner at the north pole single-handed just last month), Covert Operation teacher at Gallagher-yes, the Joe Solomon, is my grandpa?

So, yeah, I have great connections.

My parents are some of the best field agents the CIA has ever had (mom's the best, grandpa Solomon is inferior only by a tiny bit, and dad comes off third), so, try as they might, they just can't take care of my siblings (Abigail "Ada" Cameron and Townsend "Sal" Solomon) and I 24/7, when both of them go on missions three times a month. So, as soon as we are old enough, and as soon as we turned age 9, we were enrolled in Mountain elementary, a civilian boarding school, and went to live with my grandparents on their wonderful little hut by a lake, and with my parents during most summer vacations, since both of them insists that at least one of them can stay home and be with us, unless there are really urgent cases that has to be taken care of right away by no other agent, in which case we can either go to their friend's homes(which is really fun, because all of them have kids our age that will either go to Gallagher or Blackthorn), or to our grandparents' hut, which is always very calm and nice. I know every inch of that wonderful place by heart. Meeting them at spy school one week ahead of everyone else because my parents are going to a top secret mission? ...not really the same thing.

I turned around just in time to see our limousine coming inside the front gate of the Gallagher's Academy, on road that was equipped with laser beams, sensors, and dozens of other security measurements into the school.

We had arrived.

As we walked out of the car onto the currently empty campus-cutesy of arriving at school early-I looked at my mom, and realizes that, while I was going inside the walls of the school for the first time, my mom is returning here, albeit briefly, after a very long time. That my mother was also a Gallagher legacy. For my mother, returning here must have brought back a lot of memories: of playing with aunt Macey, fighting with aunt Bex, hacking with aunt Liz, and leaning with grandpa Solomon. I saw all kinds of emotions flickering in my mother's eyes as we walked silently into the main building of the school, but Cameron Ann Morgan-Goode musk her emotions so well that even her own daughter can't decipher them.

"Was this the exact place that you met aunt Liz and aunt Bex during your new student orientation?" I asked as we walked past the case that holds the sword that Gillian Gallagher used to kill the guy who tried to kill Abraham Lincoln.

Mom hesitated, as if trying to decide whether to tell me something or not, then said, "No, not exactly, sweetie. During my final year, the castle was burned to the ground. Later, it was rebuild. But we were by that exact sword."

I gasped, sure that my mom was joking, then remembered that, when the building in question serves as a place that produces fifteen government operatives per year, anything is possible.

Still, I have a feeling that I might be having nightmares about spy schools burning down tonight.

"Why? How?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"It's classified, sweetie."

Which, I guess, is a legit answer when you are the daughter of the Chameleon.

I swallowed hard.

Mom lead me up a spiraling staircase, then down another hallway, and turned. I tried my best to memorize the path she took.

"It's been so long since I've been here." Mom mused.

I was about to ask mom how to still remember the path in the mansion after more than a decade of not being here, but considering her job, the ability to remember stuff after more than fifteen years of not seeing it was probably taken for granted.

Mom entered a NSA approved-I'm assuming-password on a hidden box on the wall and turned the doorknob revealing the headmistress' office:a desk, a copy of Espionage today, and a chair, grandma Morgan sitting on it.

"Hi, mom." My mother said. Grandma stood up and engulfed her daughter in a hug.

"Hi, kiddo." She said, "I wasn't expecting you to arrive for another hour."

"We came early because...you know." mom looked at me, sending the I-would've-said-what-I-want-to-say-but-it's-top-secret-information-that-my-child-shouldn't-hear look at grandma.

"Yes, I know." Grandma looked at me, "Hi, Mary."

"'lo, grandma."

"Are you excited to start Gallagher?"she asked.

"Well...I'm excited, but I'm also nervous."

Grandma smiled, "It's normal to feel that way, sweetie. I'm sure you'd do great."

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