I'm Not Your Gallagher Girl

Chapter 1

I'm not your Gallagher Girl

Amy (Amirah) P.O.V

It has been four years since Cammie jumped in front of the bullet meant for me. Four years since she graduated. Fours years since she left to work for the CIA. Four years since I last saw her and I thought it would be another four till I saw her again but even spies are wrong. Especially spies-in-training.

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I was sat at our usual table waiting for Headmistress Morgan (she kept her name) to walk in. She did, just not Rachel Morgan, it was Cammie. She had changed so much since I had last saw her she looked older, stronger, wiser and she looked so different. I mean she had always been beautiful but now she looked like a perfect combination of Rachel, Matthew and Abby. In short she was a lot hotter than 4 years ago.

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She walked through the tables towards the podium. That's when I noticed what she was wearing, she had on a tight black skirt that was very form fitting and VERY short. The plain white blouse she had on was fitted and the top few buttons were open. Her make-up well, only Macey McHenry the only truer Gallagher Girl, aside from Gilly, than the Gallagher legend standing before us, could have done it so perfectly. I'm a spy I notice things, I am trained to. Sure I love Cammie just not in THAT way.

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She walked past my table muttering something about Macey ... Bloody skirt ... Stupid heels. She paused slightly and winked at me! Then carried on to the podium that was up to her shoulders. She opened her mouth and said, "Women of the Gallagher Academy, who comes here?" Everyone, even the newbies, stood up in unison and replied, "We are the sisters of Gillian."

"Why do you come?" She asked.

"To learn her skills. Honour her sword. And keep her secrets." We answered.

"To what end do you work?"

"To the cause of justice and light."

"How long will you strive?"

"For all the days of our lives." We sat down. "Gosh it feels different being up here and saying these lines." Said Cammie and just like that she had everyone's attention. She continued,"I have a few announcements, Headmistress Morgan is on a year long mission so your stuck with me. You can call me, well Headmistress Morgan I guess or Miss Morgan, yeah that works to. After that everyone's attention wandered until she said the word, boys. "It is my honour to present the Blackthorne Boys and their escort," chattering broke out causing her to pause, I like to say nothing scares me not after the circle. "As I was saying and their escort Mr Goode." But I can honestly say I was terrified when she whispered in a broken voice, "Zach?"

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As if on cue the doors burst open as in came 15 boys of all shapes and sizes. And just like that Cammie's face ever from pained and broken to smiling in seconds and you wouldn't know it was fake. Well she smiled at the boys and her gaze settled on one of the most gorgeous men in the spy world. He had eyes for only Cammie. He walked up to the stage and the boys introduced themselves. He turned to Cammie and smirked!!! She exploded, "I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN FOUR BLOODY YEARS SINCE YOU LEFT ME!! FOUR BLOODY YEARS!! AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO WALK INTO MY SCHOOL AND YOU SMIRK! YOU BLOODY SMIRK!," then she slapped him. Hard. "Gosh Gallagher Girl," his deep voice filled the hall,"Someone has been spending to much time with Bex, calm down." Her eyes narrowed as she said in a dangerous tone,"I'm not a Gallagher Girl."

"But what about your whole, once a Gallagher Girl always a Gallagher Girl," he retorted.

"Ohh, I'm a Gallagher Girl," her voice as sharp as knives,"Just not yours." Annoyance shot across his face, fast, like blink and you'll miss it fast. "People change, especially in four years." She said still glaring at him. "Oh really," he challenged. Then she stepped out from behind the podium.

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Cammie POV

Zach's jaw dropped and the Blackthorne Boys eyes bugged out. "My eyes are up here boys." I said looking at the boys,"And you," I glared at Zach,"You lost that right four years ago." I turned and walked of the stage, the boys broke out in whispers sounding suspiciously like, 'Who in their right mind would let THAT right go?! Or her,' and 'HE had HER, lucky guy.' I could feel their eyes followed my every move. "If you stopped staring at my butt and closed your mouths, you would have noticed that dinner has begun." Starters were served, then it dawned on me.

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"MACEY!!!" I screamed remembering Macey muttering something about 'you'll be thanking me later' while doing my make up. The hall fell silent and I could hear scuffling,"Just get the bloody hell out there." Said a distinctive British voice. "Rebecca Baxter, is that you?!" I asked already knowing the answer. "Ohh shit said Rebecca, she must be mad." Exclaimed Bex. Macey and Bex walked out their heads held high as a tiny blonde figure followed. "Liz?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well you already knew the answer to that question considering the look on your face, so it was a rhetorical question and you know I hate rhetorical questions." I sighed, some things never changed. Liz then flung herself at me somehow managing to send Macey and Bex flying and knocking the four of us over into a big heap. A strong hand was being offered to me but realising it was 'him', I got up and dusted myself off.

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As I stood up I became aware that all eyes were on the four of us. "Girls and Boys I would like to introduce my old roommates," I stepped aside allowing them to do so. "I'm Macey McHenry, yes I'm the senators daughter, yes I'm a spy and I'm not on display so quit staring." That got a few giggles out of the girls as they boys were just sat there looking dumbfounded. Probably because she was a McHenry but it was more likely that she had noticed them staring. "Baxter, Rebecca Baxter. Call me Rebecca and you will wake up in the Indian Ocean, bleeding, surrounded by sharks. So call me Bex if you want to live." She said and I swear the some of the boys flinched when she turned her steely gaze on them. "Ummmm... Hi I'm Liz Sutton but you probably know me better as Bookworm,(that got a few gasps from the Blackthorne Boys) so if you hurt my sisters," she said while gesturing to the girls sat in front of her, "You might suddenly have a lot of unpaid debt in your bank, yes, even if they are under aliases." I looked over at the confused as shocked boys and the slightly smug Gallagher Girls and said "Here we are all sisters, you hurt one of us you have to deal with all of us." And on that note the gong went signalising the end of dinner and me and my friends strutted out.