Gallagher girls and Blackthorne boys reunited

Chapter 1

"I've never seen it live," Bex said amazed.

I looked at my best friend, who was staring at the beautiful sight of fireworks that filled the starry night sky.

Me, my beset friends (Bex,Macey, Liz), my mum and Mr Solomon had come to London to watch the New Year's Eve's fireworks which Bex had insisted on doing. However Macey and Liz hadn't come to watch the fireworks because Macey insisted that she stay with Liz who was lying sick on the sofa in the hotel room and my mum and Mr Solomon, had gone for a romantic dinner somewhere. So it was just me and Bex. But I didn't mind as I think Macey and Liz are party planning, for my birthday which was coming soon. The best part of my birthday was the part I couldn't wait for; to blow the candle and make my wish.

All I wished was that my life turn normal. But the spy and the girl in me knew that was never going to happen!

I'd been fake kidnapped once, twice nearly kidnapped and once actually kidnapped. I just wanted to forget everything; the death of Preston's dad and the King of Caspia, the academy burning down, memories turning to ashes, Catherine escaping, the start of WW3, the horrible nightmares I still get from my last mission with Zach after graduation...

I just wanted to spend a day not having to think of anything like that or to have t he Circle of Cavan chasing me around the world.

(A/N if the kidnapping info is wrong please forgive me as I have forgotten and have kinda made that up soz. If u do know the proper info please inform me by commenting then I can change it.)

But as I looked at my friend, Bex, I suddenly found hope coming from deep within me, from a place I have yet to learn of, that maybe my wish might just come true. As after all, the scene was perfect, the fireworks were intriguing and nobody could possibly pick us out in this teeming crowd.

I looked around at people taking selfies and pictures of fireworks, people talking, people staring at the fireworks looking as gobsmacked as my best friend Bex, who stood beside me not even shivering in her thin blue denim jacket on this cold winter day.

Her hair was straight and glossy brown in the moonlight, her caramel eyes fixed in a certain place. She was wearing black jeans with her checked dress and her favourite black boots which were unscuffed even thought she had bought them a year ago but if they were scuffed then Macey would have tortured her until she bought new ones. Her hands were clasped tightly together her feet glued to the spot while I shifted from one foot to the other.

She hadn't put on makeup ( if Macey found out she would kill her I stopped Macey and Liz would just laugh her head of) and yet was as pretty as a blossom tree in Summer splashed with kindness and love.

I looked up at the colourful display of fireworks. That's when I saw it.