Cammie's POV
As I pulled in to the long winding driveway of Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women (my former school) I realized something. I had forgotten to call my mother (headmistress at said school), which means that the school is probably having a full on code red due to the fact of an unknown vehicle (my brand new cherry red Ferrari) heading towards the school. Me, Cammie Morgan, the best spy the CIA had, had forgotten something that is protocol.
Looking up at the school brought back to many memories, all of them good but a lot bringing back more memories of what came after my school days. I braced myself to relive them but I was jarred out of these memories by the sight of one of the windows. From this window that looked in on the freshman dorms I could totally see the alarms of the code red flashing. At the right angle I would probably be able to see the security measures being taken inside at this very moment. As bad as this should be I can't help but feel a little relieved. At least I'll have something to say when I see my mother for the first time in 6 months. It was strange; I hadn't been back to Gallagher since I left 2 years ago but as I pulled up in the front it felt like I had never left, that this was, and always would be, my home. And for the first time in what felt like forever I relaxed. Of course, I did not totally relax (I am a spy after all) but I definitely loosened up. It felt good to be back. Home, sweet home.
I almost burst out laughing when I saw the two girls standing on the front steps waiting for me, just like Bex and I had when Macey first came. I saw there jaws drop when they saw who was stepping out of the car.
"Don't worry girls I think I can find my way around" I said as I brushed past them. I could feel their eyes follow my back as I walked through the door. And as I walked through the hallways Icould feel every other student's gaze. Why were there so many people looking at me, it's not like I'm famous. Okay, so maybe I am kind of famous in the spy world. I stopped suddenly in the middle of the hallway as my gaze fell on a boy up ahead. I shook my head. Get a hold of yourself Cammie; they didn't stop doing the Blackthorn exchange just because you left. And with that I stepped into my mother's office and she turned in her swivel chair and put her penetrating gaze on to me.
"Hello Cammie"
"Hey Mom"
A/N: Please Review! Should I continue this story or should I just delete it? I know pretty much what will happen next if I continue but send me your suggestions I could really use them! BTW Should the relationship between Cammie's mom and Solomon have developed 3?
Xoxo Corinne
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