Sam's POV:
I didn't mean to set the barn on fire. Honestly. It was a simple science experiment that turned wrong. Cammie knows this, I know this, problem is Grandma and Grandpa Morgan don't know this. I payed for a new barn but was stuck hand washing the clothes for 2 weeks. Who hand washes clothes anymore. Gallagher Academy teaches lots of things, lots but I'm sure hand washing clothes isn't one of them. So when Macey calls and begs us to come along with her on her dads Campaign Trail lets just say that Grandma Morgan highly suggest that I go. Cammie and I ended up getting permission to go if we wanted, we weren't sure at first but finally we decided to go.
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"Stop squirming, miss," the Secret Service that was surrounding us told me. And of course I would have stop squirming if it weren't for the fact that I had no space between the flanks of men around me.
"We're moving," the man in front of me told his sleeve and I almost looked to find Lizzy to see if she had heard what he had answered, but then I remembered it was only Cammie and I. We continued to walk to the building and I when I was asked my name I felt the strongest urge to lie, but instead I said, "Sam, Sam Shade."
The man mumbled to himself before he nodded at the man in front of me and we continued to walk into the building. Cammie's voice floated into my ear when she said her name and she was pushed up next to me. I looked at her quickly and I saw that she wanted to get out of here just as much as I do.
"So are ya'll and Peacock friends?" Our Secret Service agent asked in his slight country accent.
"Excuse me?" Cam asks.
"Yes. . . see, we have code names for all protectees," It was at this point that I realized that Macey most definitely did not pick that name.
"So you and Peacock are. . . friends?"
Before either of us could answer there was an ear piercing scream, "I'm going to kill someone!"
At that point I knew that our Secret Service agent didn't know what Gallagher Academy was because instead of drawing his gun or running away from that scream he just whispered, "Peacock is angry."
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I've heard Macey bad mouth her mom and compare her to ask many reptiles as she knows (which is a lot, the poison ones mainly). I, however, hadn't met her when she first came to Gallagher so I didn't know what to expect, but I can reassure you that I wasn't expecting for Macey to look more mad than I've ever seen her.
"Oh come on, it would look so good," Macey's mother said.
"I will never be together with that boy," Macey snarls back.
"That boy is the son of the future President of the United States and if the idea of a White House wedding in eight years is going to boost votes then you are going to be with that boy," she hissed. She looks over at us and looked us up and down, when she seemed unpleased with us she frowns, "At least you got your little friends, maybe you could give them some make up."
I almost stuck my tongue out at her, after all I can't really do any P&E moves on her. We all promised not to use any P&E moves over summer break.
Macey rolls her eyes and grips onto our arms and drags us towards the hallway, "Don't forget rehearsal!" Macey's mom yells to us.
Macey's grip is still tugging us along and I catch our Secret Service agent trying to figure out what we had in common with that girl, on the television I heard a news reporter, "Cynthia McHenry is a well-known businesswoman and philanthropist. The couple has one daughter, Macey, a student at the Gallagher Academy For Exceptional Young Women in Roseville, Virginia."
Our school.
National television.
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New Girl (Gallagher Girl)
FanfictionHi, my name is Samantha Shade. I live in an orphanage where I will be until I turn 18. When my parents disappeared I was taken to this place without as much as a thought of where they were. I study hard and do training so that one day I might be ab...