HEY ALL! So, this is the new and improved first chapter of my story After School and all That Jazz!

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Title: After School and all that Jazz
Category: Books » Gallagher Girls
Author: jenn-is-me
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 1

After School and all that Jazz

Chapter One:

Graduation!

I am Cameron Ann Morgan and I am just about to graduate and step into the real world. Right now, actually, Macey is helping everyone getting dressed. I sit on my bed and, as I do, I hear paper crinkle. I look down to see a piece of evapo- paper under my...uh ...rump.

It read:

Cammie,

I want you to come down to my office as soon as you read this paper, I would like to give you a few things and talk with you.

Love Always,

Mom

I smiled and slipped out of the room, unnoticed. Of course, I don't have the nick name Chameleon for nothing. Well, I have MANY nicknames, but that is my code name and I am proud of it. I believe it's what makes me such a good spy and pavement artist.

As I walk to my mother's office, I think of what she could possibly be giving me.

"Come in, Cam," my mother says before I even open the door. I come in to see my mother standing in the center of the room with all of the teachers spread out around the room. I raise an eyebrow at her and she winks at me.

"You're not getting ready? I expect everyone else is," Madame Dabney says to me.

"Well, that's everyone else," I say, smiling at her. To my surprise, instead of lecturing me about being lady-like, she smiles back to me.

I turn to my mother to see her smiling at me. "Follow me, Cammie," she says, leading me to a small wardrobe in the corner of the room. She opens the doors to the wardrobe to reveal many beautiful dresses. She takes out the most stunning one there and holds it out to my body. "Perfect," she says and hands me the dress.

I feel the silky fabric and look at it clearly. It is a strapless white dress with diamonds gleaming on the top trim and the strap under the bust. The material was soft and silky- expensive. I took a closer look at the jewels sewn delicately into the material. They looked real- even to my eyes. I briefly thought that maybe they are real, but quickly dismissed that thought. I wasn't an expert in jewels anyway…

"Try it on," my mother insists. I look around to see my teachers watching anxiously.

"Uh, Mom?" I ask her, feeling self-conscious.

"Yes, dear?" she asks, oblivious to my being uncomfortable.

"I don't really feel like stripping down to my skivvies in front of my teachers," I say, looking at her. She blushes lightly- almost unnoticeably- and nods, then leads me to her small room that is rarely noticed. The door was covert and to the untrained eye, wasn't there.

"Sorry, Cam, I forgot we weren't alone," she says, closing the door behind her along with the blinds.

"Mom?" I ask again.

"What?" she asks, allowing a bit of annoyance to show in her voice.

"Do you happen to have a strapless bra or something?" I ask, blushing.

"Oh, yeah, I grabbed you one," she said, going to her closet and inspecting it, looking for it. "Oh, here it is!" she exclaims when she found it.

I undress and put on the bra, making sure my mother's eyes are closed (yeah, I'm that child) before allowing her to slip the dress over my head and zip it up. She then tweaks it to just the right position and smiles at me.

"OH, Cammie, it looks PERFECT on you!" she cries, flinging her arms around me. "This was the dress I wore at my graduation," she says, still smiling at me and opening the door. "Here, let them see!" she exclaims, pulling me out of the room.

"Ummm… ta-da!" I say, searching their faces for help. Mr. Solomon took one glance at my face and snickered, shaking his head at me, making me wrinkle my nose and stick my tongue out at him.

"Oh, that's very pretty on her- it compliments her skin," Madame Dabney said to my mother, who nodded.

I looked at the door and windows, really anything, to see my chances of escaping.

"You're not getting out just yet," Mr. Solomon said to me, seeing what I was looking at and guessing what I was planning. I scowled slightly at him again.

"You would look better if you didn't scowl so much, you know," my mother said, coming up from behind me.

"I'm wounded, Mom! I thought I was beautiful!" I cried in dramatic sarcasm.

Rachel POV

It seems Cammie doesn't know how gorgeous she really looks. I roll my eyes at her and turn to my dress wardrobe and look to the bottom, where my dress-up shoes are held. OH, I can't wait to see her face when she sees everything else I have for her!

"Now, hold up there, little missy," I say, holding the shoes I picked out behind my back while I came up to Cammie. "You are pretty, but beautiful when you aren't scowling, but even better than that when smiling!" I am proud of my work. She's blushing. I smile at her and hold out the strappy heels I picked out for her.

They are silver platform heels with straps that wind along her ankle and foot with small, but real, diamonds encrusted in the winding straps.

I watched her reaction as she took in the shoes and the real diamonds on them, then glancing at the real diamonds on her dress. I smile and wink at her when her eyes meet mine in answer to her unspoken question as to whether they are genuine.

"Here are the shoes you will be wearing, but you still have to go through one other thing, well, technically two things," I say, excited. I can't wait to tell her the secret, and why I am getting her ready myself with the staff to help. Abby's supposed to be here by now to help me, but I brush it away. She's always late. I swear, it's her personal motto or something!

…Or she just likes to annoy the hell out of me…

"And what are those things?" Cammie asks and I smile dangerously at her.

"Those things would be accessories and... makeup!" I say, watching her face turn to horror at the last words. Sure, she wears some lipgloss and the occasional eyeliner, but I intend to make her as beautiful as she has ever been. Though not with the same timing, our school has even picked up a public school thing: Homecoming Queen. The only thing the students don't know is that there is a Homecoming King...

Cammie POV

I sit patiently through the torture (aka makeup) and I am starting to get really suspicious of my mother, who looks far too excited for anything good... for me at least. After getting my eyebrows plucked and lined, along with getting my eyes made-up with light blue and a sliver-white color and getting my lips covered in pinkish lip stick, nude lip gloss, and lip liner, I was really agitated and I knew my mother knew it as well.

She did nothing, however, to my skin. She didn't put any kind of makeup on it – only moisturizing cream.

When the grandfather clock in the entrance 'dong' ed, my mother abruptly shooed me from her office, telling me to make sure I look into a mirror and to hurry to my room. I raise an eyebrow at her in question, but do as I was told.

Once I reached the dorms, I see all of the girls in chaos about how they look and their makeup. When I step into the hall of all of our dorms, everyone stops to stare at me. I go gracefully to my dorm –which was practically a miracle seeing as I was wearing heels (AKA: death traps) – and sit on my bed as Macey, Bex, and Liz all gush over me. I smiled at them and agreed to help them get ready as well.

THE GRADUATION CEREMONY

We all made our way to the Cov Ops classroom, where we were told to wait in preperation of graduation. Everyone was buzzing with excitement. Everyone except me, of course.

PROS AND CONS FOR GRADUATION AT A PRIVATE SPY SCHOOL:
A LIST MADE BY AGENTS BAXTER, SUTTON, MCHENRY, AND MORGAN

PRO: We don't have to wear those robes the other schools make you wear.

CON: That means you have to worry about what you wear.

PRO: We don't have to wear the hats either.

CON: We have nothing to throw into the air once we really do graduate.

PRO: Instead of throwing our hats, we each have to shoot a flaming arrow through a ring and make it catch on fire.

CON: If you don't make it into the ring or fail to make it light on fire, you get embarrassed in front of everyone in the school plus your family and the family of your peers- which often includes elite spies.

Then, just as Tina was wondering whether her purple dress was the 'right' color for her, the doors opened and we were instructed to move upstairs and into the Great Hall, where the graduation would take place.

I was chosen to lead the line because, apparently, I was the valedictorian (another thing they decided to add into the ceremony). That means that I had to think of a speech on the way up.

Just as we reached the doors, I heard my mother say, "...and with that, I am proud to present to you the graduate class of Gallagher Academy!" and the doors were opened to reveal to us, an audience as well as an unexpected surprise. And to them, gorgeous spy graduates in dresses.

I made my way fluently in first, practically gliding into the room, and took my seat in one of the chairs that were for the graduates. Behind the class of Gallagher Girls that were graduating, however, was the graduating class at Blackthorne Institute... which meant Zach.

Before I knew it, my mother was calling me up to the stage for me to make my speech.

"Ok, just to let you know, I literally learned about this five minutes and thirty seconds ago, so..." I got chuckles from the audience. "I'll just have to make a speech up in my head as I talk," more laughter. "Alright, while I have been to Gallagher Academy, I have learned... a lot. Like how to speak in about 20 different tongues, and how to kill someone 101," I got a lot of laughter at that. "But the most memorable thing that I have learned here... is sisterhood. I learned that you don't need a genetic sister to have sisterhood. It's when you can trust your friends to such an extent to where you're like sisters. And, in our hearts and souls, we are, and we always will be. Sisterhood is when, no matter what, in life or death, you have each other's backs. It's when you know you can trust them, deep down inside. That is true sisterhood. And, I don't know about guys, but I'm pretty sure it's the same with brotherhood," I spared a glance at the boys and saw them all staring at me, some were even drooling. "When I started this speech, I told you I would have to think about it. Well, the truth is, I didn't, it was always in my heart. Great work, guys! We're graduating!" I finished, earning a huge applause from everyone. I glanced back at my teachers to see Mr. Solomon give me a wink, my mother a thumbs up, and the others smiling and clapping. I looked to Madame Dabney, who gave me a pointed look that said: you'd better curtsy, young lady!

I smiled at her and curtsied before retreating to my seat.

"Great speech, Cammie!" my mother said to me, smiling at me. Then she went on and on about stuff. Really, it just went through one ear and out the other. That is, until I heard my mother calling everyone's name, stating something nice about them, and announcing any job offers to them. I watched as all of my friends got their diplomas and laughed when Bex got hers and yelled: "hallelujah!"

My name came last, with a shock for me.

"Finally, we have Miss Cameron Ann Morgan, who is one of the kindest girls here, that is, until you get into a fight with her!" she got laughter and I heard a few whistles from the boys. "She also got an outstanding amount of job offers. Several are confidential..." she went on and on listing my accomplishments and job offers, until one caught most attention, "I am also offering her the position of headmistress here at Gallagher Academy while I take a small break."

The hall was filled with a confused silence, then an accepting clapping and cheering from all of the Gallagher Girls that came to the ceremony.

I walked up the stage and smiled warmly at my mother, who hugged me, then a wink from the teachers, and I was off the stage, my special diploma in hand.

Then, the boys were called up.

My attention was caught by a mister Zachary Goode when he came up to the stage and my mother said that his job offers were not meant to be shared. I nodded and shrugged it off and smiled when he threw his hands up in the air after getting his diploma. Then, he winked at me while exiting the stage. The girl seated behind me, Dayna, thought he had winked at her and was giggling afterwards. Macey shifted in her seat with a grin. I gave her a curious glance, but she just turned away from me, grin still in place.

I shrugged it off, but mentally made a note to talk to her later.

I was brought back to attention again when my mother said, "We have decided to tweak a few things here! This year, since we are doing a joined graduation, we have decided to do something that the public schools do! We have decided to have a Homecoming King and Queen! Over the past 3 to 4 months, we have had our students vote for who will be our Homecoming King or Queen! Also being elected this year are the prince and princess!"

I watched as Steve came up to join my mother up at the microphone. "The Prince of this year's first Homecoming is Grant Newman!" He watched cheerfully as Grant sauntered up to the stage, grinning like a fool. He grinned at me toothily, then shot a wink at Bex, who rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. "Excellent!" Of course he said that…

My mother took the microphone back from Steve and cleared her throat. "Now, I am pleased to present the Homecoming Princess as… Cameron Morgan!" She grinned at me slightly. I smiled back and made my way up to the stage where Steve handed me a bouquet of roses. I stood beside Grant and shook his hand as we were instructed.

I looked over at Bex and shot her a hopeful look. I was hoping she would win Queen- she was the best fit, after all. She was smart, beautiful, a great spy, and she deserved to be up here with her boyfriend. Bex caught my look and crossed her fingers and dramatically clenched her eyes tight as Steve and my mother started declaring the rest of the court.

"The Homecoming King is... Zachary Goode!" Zach made his way to the stage with the audience clapping and applauding him. My mother took the microphone once again and announced the Homecoming Queen.

"Macey McHenry!" she called. I clapped along with everyone as Macey made her way up to the stage. She stood beside Zach. Then, she did something that I immediately hated her for. She kissed him. Full on the mouth. What hurt even more was when he responded by pulling her closer and kissing her harder.

They stood literally two feet in front of me, making out like horny little bunnies in front of the whole audience! My face flushed with anger, embarrassment, and gloom.

I looked down then and forced myself to take on a cool and calm exterior. After all, Macey was kissing MY BOYFRIEND! I would never trust her ever again.

I numbly made my way to my seat once again, pushing past the happy couple. Macey toppled on her higher-than-necessary heels and almost fell off the stage. I shot her a look that made her shrink back when she went to snap at me for it. Zach wouldn't meet my eyes.

I heard Bex's voice in my ear and her arm around my shoulder. All I heard was ringing- this terrible incessant ringing in my ears. I was getting a headache from it. I rubbed my temples and tried to soothe the pain in my head, but it never stopped. We were beginning the archery shooting mow, but I didn't care.

"Cams, it's your turn," I heard Bex whisper in my ear while she prodded me gently. I looked up to see everyone looking at me and Mr. Solomon holding out my bow and arrow. I took it gracefully and shot easily and without looking, imagining it was Macey instead of the ring. It hit right on and immediately caught flames.

I ignored the applause I was given. I felt Bex's soothing arm again, but left as soon as my mother announced that we were excused. I was tired of people. I just wanted to go to sleep and rest for a few years until I calmed down enough as to not kill Macey or Zach as soon as I saw them once again.

Instead of running away to my room and bawling like a normal teen would do, I ran to a secret passageway that was particularly hard to find and only I knew about. I tried to think of any time Zach and I had ever broken up or a time when Macey had shown any desire for him.

Suddenly, I thought over the past few weeks. Macey always made sure she sat next to Zach and at least one of their hands was underneath the table at all times. She licked her lips and had a strange look in her eyes when I mentioned Zach. I knew what that look was now. And I hated her for it.

The next time I saw Macey McHenry, she was going to pay.

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