Hey everyone, My name is Anna and welcome to my story! I hope you stay till the end! Its similar to Ally Carters amazing Gallagher Girls but with one major difference: Zach and Cammie have never met, there was no exchange between blackthorn and gallagher so they don't know about each other. This is gonna be a long dramatic story full of plot twists, heart break and mystery! Please give my story a chance- you wont regret it!

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Disclaimer: unfortunately I'm not Ally Carter and don't own Gallagher Girls, just the plot.

Cam P.O.V.

If you are reading this, then you must have at least level 4 clearance, and know all about the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. That it's not exactly just a school for geniuses- although we do have many of those- it's a school for spies.

So, I wont bore you with the details of my wonderful school - you should know them already.

You may also have heard of me, I'm kinda famous in the spy world – or at least my codename is. I'm the Chameleon. The pavement artist.

You may be asking, "What's the Chameleon doing at a girls school?"

Everyone assumes that Cameron Morgan is the name of a fully-grown, fully trained operative working for the CIA. But they're wrong. Nobody believes that a 17-year-old girl could be the legendary Chameleon, the CIA legacy, who could blend into a plain white wall and who's the target of an ancient terrorist organisation.

Well that's me, Cammie.

For the last year the Circle of Cavan had been after me. I still had few ideas about why they wanted me captured. Or dead. All I knew was that I had something they wanted and they would kill to get it. My family, friends and all the people I care about have been put in danger trying to protect me.

At the beginning of summer my friends and I had secretly travelled to Rome, looking for more clues. It had resulted in a rescue team, a badly bruised Gallagher girl and still no more answers.

It's safe to say I was under very close supervision after that little stunt. My friends had been sent home and I was kept at Gallagher for the rest of summer. It was not how I imagined I would be spending my holiday. I had left behind what little normal I had ever had in my life.

After Rome I had promised my mother I would stay safe. And that's exactly what I was going to do.

I sat at my favourite window seat in the mansion - it was inside a secret passageway that only I knew about. In a boarding school full of hundreds of girls it good to have a quiet place to slip away to.

But the truth is I didn't need some alone time- I'd had plenty of that all summer. Downstairs I could hear the crashes of dropped suitcases, the stampeding of feet and the squeals of 'hello's from girls that could only mean it was the start of a semester.

Normally I would be one of those girls downstairs but instead I was avoiding them. There were a few reasons. 1) I am the Chameleon and I like hiding. 2) No matter how much I hide people will notice the girl who is the target of an ancient terrorist organisation, who snuck away to Rome and who nearly died during summer. 3) I couldn't face my friends. Especially Bex.

I still haven't decided if I ever want to see Bex.

So I sat alone by my window seat for hours, until the smells of chef Louis amazing cooking led me to the grand hall.

I stopped outside the closed double doors, unable to go in. I could hear my mother inside, giving her normal welcoming speech so I knew the meal had started. If I walked in now everyone would see me, so I waited until I heard my mother stop taking and the knives and forks start to clash before I slipped into the grand hall.

Being the chameleon nobody noticed me until I was standing right next to the other seniors at our table. Tina, surprisingly, was the first to acknowledge me.

"Cammie!" she squealed, making heads turn "where have you been?"

The next thing I knew, Liz and Macey were hugging me within an inch of my life. I had to admit, it was good to see them.

Both my spy and girl brain were telling me that Bex wasn't at the table.

Macey caught me looking "she's not here yet- her flight was cancelled." She explained. In truth, I was relieved. "How are you Cam?"

I gave her the same answer I had given everyone over the past month. "I'm fine" but Macey is one of my best friends and knows when I'm lying.

"No Cammie," she said giving me a look "really, how are you?"

I looked at her and she new the answer.

Over the rest of dinner we talked about our summers- well, their summers really, since everyone knew I had just spent mine at school. I heard all about Anna's time spent in South Africa, down in the closed goldmines with her parents, chasing some escaped convict. I heard about Courtney's new obsession with Scotland and everything Scottish and heard Tina say "according to my sources…" 26 times! It would have been a perfectly normal welcoming dinner if Professor Buckingham hadn't interrupted us.

"Cameron, follow me." She said in a clipped voice and walked away. I gave my friends a look and had no choice but to follow.

When you are a spy (or spy-in-training) you should always be aware of the situation you are putting yourself into. Which is exactly why I asked Buckingham questions, like any normal spy, not to mention girl would do. After trying –and failing – to find out where I was being taken I eventually just followed and stayed silent.

I wondered where Buckingham could possibly be taking me - sublevel 3? To a new secret passageway? To the underground ski resort rumoured to have been built under the lake over summer? Although that last one is less likely to be true and more likely to be a creation of Tina Walters…

But I was disappointed. Buckingham took me to none other than my mother's office.

"Sit down and stay put" she ordered "I'll be back soon" and she shut the door.

I took a seat on the couch where I had been sitting not twelve hours before;

When my mom had arrived back at the school earlier that day I and had literally sprinted to see her. She had been gone for so long and the last time I had seen her was in Rome… after a long talk she had made me promise to stay safe - and that's what I planned to do.

I thought everything had been sorted in the morning- what more could my Mom have to tell me now?

Zach P.O.V.

I sat alone in the grand hall eating my bacon and eggs. If there is one thing Blackthorn's good at, it's breakfast. Of coarse, that's not the only thing Blackthorn's good at - it also produces the finest spies and assassins in the country - not that anyone without level four clearance knows that. Everyone else thinks we're just a bunch of disturbed, violent, criminals with nowhere else to go, except for the Blackthorn Institute for 'troubled young men'.

That's not me though. I'm Zachary Goode, the best spy-in-training in my year. Scratch that, the best in the school – and I know it.

Writing's not really my thing. I prefer to be out on the field or on a mission to writing the paperwork required afterwards. But now, in my senior year, all of our teachers are urging us to write down our missions and lives.

My first thought was, there is no way in hell that I'm writing a diary – Zachary Goode is not really the dear diary type - but then we were told that this will be 22% of our cove-ops final grade. So yeah, I don't really have a choice. Thanks Dr Steve.

Some people- like Jonas- have been writing these things since they started at Blackthorn. But Jonas is always looking for extra work to do. I on the other hand was not too impressed with the new rule and neither was Grant, who had plonked himself down beside me with a mountain of food on his plate. Grant loved his food. It was one of his favourite things in life aside from his appearance. My roommate liked to refer to himself as a 'Greek god' and could sometimes be almost as cocky as me, but even I had to admit that Grant was one the toughest guy in our year - maybe even the school. Grant was the kind of guy who makes a great friend, but an awful enemy. Nobody even stood a chance against him in P&E - bar me, obviously.

Jonas, my other roommate sat down across from Grant carrying a smaller, more reasonable portion of food. Jonas was easily the smartest guy I knew and that's saying something considering I go to a school for geniuses. But Jonas was the genius to all geniuses. There was no firewall he couldn't bring down, no software he couldn't hack. While Grant, Nick and I were out on the field on missions during cove ops, Jonas stayed behind is computer as part of the research and development coarse. He had long dark hair that fell into his eyes, a thin tall build and glasses, the polar opposite of Grant who was all muscle, blond hair and tan. My last roommate was Nick Cross, Master of disguise, sitting beside Jonas. His current and natural look was light brown hair and dark eyes but he could transform completely into someone unrecognisable at a moments notice. On our missions, Nick recreated us so that we could be anyone.

I sat there with my roommates eating breakfast and catching up after summer on the first day back. It was a typical scene for a Monday morning, but being the incredible talented spy that I am, I noticed that all the teachers seemed on edge. It wasn't anything they had said or done- they were all highly trained agents and wouldn't be careless enough to drop a clue about something important. But it was something important. I could sense it. My spy senses were tingling…

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