Cam POV

I drove straight past the wrought iron gates of Gallagher Academy, and onto the smooth paved roads of Roseville with little trouble. Of course, it was also 1:35 in the morning and my drugged roommates and boyfriends were sleeping soundly with no idea of our escape. I could've gotten away without the drugging, but I had to bring along my clumsy twin brother Grant, but when duty calls for both, both must come. The private jet was stationed on the runway ten miles out, and our flight would leave in twenty minutes.

The plane was idling, we would have to take off as soon as possible if we wanted to make it for the celebratory Eve Dinner.

I'm Cameron Ann Morgan, and in one life I'm an award winning spy, codename chameleon, with a mother, and absentee father, three best friends, and a boyfriend. Best in her year at Gallagher, and already assured a lead spot in an elite part of the CIA.

In the other, I'm Princess Cameron, soon to be crowned Queen of England while my idiot brother is King.

When Bex proudly states that she's the first foreigner ever to attend Gallagher, she was wrong. I was. But no one was supposed to know, so Grant and I became average American kids. No one knew the truth.

As I boarded the jet, I thought back to Bex and Lizzy and Macey. Zach, too. I was going to miss them, and I wouldn't be back for a while.

"When do you think we'll see them again?" I asked Grant with a sigh.

"Hopefully soon, Cams, hopefully soon."

We fell in and out of sleep as our stylists took the seven hour flight to turn us back into a prince and princess.

He had brown hair, in this life, with startling grey eyes. His cheekbones were high and lips full. Our noses were slender. We shared everything but our hair. My hair was in natural blonde loose waves. We both had muscle, but he was more defined than I was.

My hair was styled back into a loose french braid, with my diamond tiara on my head. I was wearing a strapless middle-thigh length, indigo dress with black boot heels. Grants crown was on his head. He had on his official outfit.

When we stepped off of the plane in England, the cameras were already set up.

"Jeez, it's been so long since I've seen a camera directed at me for that reason." I said, readopting my English accent.

"Just smile and wave Cams." I smiled as his accent popped out as well.

He held his arm out, and I latched on as I set foot in England for the first time in a while as Princess Cameron.

We were home.

Lizzy POV

I woke up after my usual five o'clock, and looked around, doing a double take when I realized Cam wasn't in bed. I padded over to Macey and Bex, and pressed the shock buttons to wake them up.

"Really Lizzy?" Mace complained.

"There had better be a good…" Bex started.

"Cam's gone."

They were gone before I finished the sentence.