April 10, 2009


Do you have to stay up during school nights, stay awake the next day, stay up late, stay awake, and do it again and again throughout the week? Well I do. I save the sleepiness for the weekends.

That, however has nothing to do with what I'm writing about today. Fan Fiction has come back into fashion, it seems, so I figure I should give it a try. I'm not posting it anywhere other than here, though. Also, most of these are just really random mini-parts of a fan-fic.


This is a Gallagher Girl fan-fic, which is good because I think all my readers have read that series. It's based on the 2nd book. It's Zac's POV. Remember how Zac seemed to know everything about her? This is how.


I smiled. I had successfully found the right video. Finally! I rewinded it, played with the resolution and noise, and I finally got it right.

"Hi, there," the boy who had seen The Chameleon said. "You come here often?"

I listened to their conversation and watched Cameron's surprised face and amazed eyes--and it didn't look like she was amazed that he saw her. More amazed that he saw her. I went on and watched every single one of the videos involving Cameron--Cammie, actually--and that guy, Josh. It took days, but I did it. I was finally ready for the exchange and the project. Get her to reveal something about herself to me, something that she never talks about--if I could do that, I could get anything out of any operative.

It was time to go.


Cammie's POV.


I walked into the dining hall full of unsuspecting boys, trying to look bored, calm, and keep my nose in the air. I fought a laugh when I saw the Blackthorne Boys all spit out their drinks, start coughing, or drop their forks. It was probably the only time in my life when I didn't mind all the attention. Okay, I minded a little.

I lined up in front of the teachers' table, Macey and Bex on my left and Liz on my right. Dr. Steve then began to give a speech pretty much like the one my mother gave the year before--except my mom wasn't there that day.

The CIA had needed Mom and Mr. Solomon for a mission. Of course, I didn't know what that mission was since I had to have a Level Three Clearance to know.

I missed her so much, and I was so worried. My Sundays are so empty without the Sunday Dinner! (Even though only one has been missed so far, and I can't say that I particularly liked her inedible cooking.) We talked via the mail, though.

"Gallagher Girls and Ladies, please take a seat," Dr. Steve said to us, smiling.

We all started scanning the crowd for the boys we knew from the semester before. Then, I saw Zac looking at me with that cocky grin on his face, and I blushed, remembering the last time we had seen each other.

I made my way over to him with Bex and Liz (Macey went off with Courtney to sit with this Orlando Bloom look-a-like). Zac was sitting with Jonas, Grant, and some other guy.

"Hey, Blackthorne Boy," I said as I sat next to him. It was my turn to be obnoxious and vague.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl," he said, still a little starstruck by the little surprise.

"No! No more of that! It's my turn!" I said indignantly.

"We'll see," he said.

"By the way, my name is Sam," the other boy said.

"Hi, Sam. I'm Cammie," I said politely, thinking of Madame Dabney's rules of etiquette. I was also wondering why he was talking to me. I was still The Chameleon, right? But then again, I was probably one of the first teenage girls they'd talked to in a while (Nadia Says: That makes them seem like hermits or something!), therefore it was impossible not to stand out, and Liz and Bex were engrossed in a conversation with Jonas and Grant, so I was the only female option for conversation (even though he should have seen I was trying to talk to my...kind of boyfriend?...guy I kissed once and currently kinda' like?... How about we call him Zac?)

"Cammie Morgan, right? The CIA legend?" he asked.

"That's me," I said, embarrassed.

"Whatcha' been doing all summer?" Zac asked me, completely ignoring Sam.

"I went to my grandparents' ranch and then I just stayed in the Academy for a few weeks, finding tunnels, the usual," I said. "You?"

"Stayed here." Then he looked up at the teachers' table. "Where's your mom?"

"On a mission," I said shortly, pouring myself a glass of water, not meeting his eyes for fear of them betraying the worry I felt by just thinking of my last parent on another mission.

"I thought she wasn't an operative anymore?" he said.

"That's what I thought. I think Mr. So--," I stopped, not wanting to say too much. But there was no harm, and when had known each other for half a year by then, but I didn't want to say anything.

"You think who did what?" he asked eagerly.

I smiled a devious smile. "You're the Blackthorne Boy. You figure it out."


That's enough for now. Tell me if you want me to continue that, because I might have plans for this story.

1 comment:

Dahlia said...

Those were pretty good. You should definitely write more! I didn't realize I was having Gallagher withdrawals until I read that. :)

I've been thinking of doing a Max Ride fanfic. I don't know if I'd post it, though.