third person pov

"what the hell were you thinking, cammie?" rachel morgan yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

the blonde girl found her frustration growing as she stood up from the pleather arm chair she was occupying.

"no," she said, "what the hell were you thinking?"

her voice rose in volume as she began to let out her anger, "huh? i told you i wanted nothing to do with the spy world. i got fed up with all of your shit. i told you and everyone else to fuck off and leave me alone. so, why? tell me why am i here? i left this world. i left this family. i left."

"you are back now, and you will stay."

"no, you can't make me fucking stay here."

"i can and i will. you are my daughter, you need to be where you belong."

"mother, please. i can't do it."

"you can't do what?"

cammie looked down at the spotless rug, her eyes showing a hint of emotion, sadness.

the thief met her mother's eyes and in an instant her mask was back in place, "i can't live up to him."

rachel morgan's hazel eyes widened in realization, "cam—"

"it's fine," she said sharply, her eyes dark.

"forty days."

"what?"

"you have forty days to convince me to stay, and if not, i'm gone. for good."

the headmistress nodded her head.

"dorm—"

"22b," cammie interrupted, "with rebecca, macey, and elizabeth. i know."

mrs. morgan shook her head at her daughter, smiling.

cammie walked for the door , but before leaving she called over her shoulder, "it isn't nice to eavesdrop, joey."

as she disappeared into the shadows, joe solomon stepped out of them, frowning.

rachel morgan laughed at the frustrated spy, "what were you expecting, joe? the same little girl that liked blue ribbons in her hair?"

"no," he said, "it's just that it scares me."

"what?"

"how good she is. matthew couldn't have topped her, not even in his prime. it's scary how good she is."

"it scares me too, joe. me too."

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dorm 22b was the last door in the hall.

three girls stayed inside of it, the best in the junior class.

rebecca (bex) baxter, code name duchess. call her bex or risk waking up with no limbs. she's british, the first non-american to be accepted into gallagher. with dark hair and bronze skin, you could say she looks like a goddess. although she may look like a goddess, she is far from the kind, supernatural beings. she specializes in strength and fighting, being brutal and to the point is her specialty.

macey mchenry, code name peacock. yes, the macey mchenry, the vice president's daughter. basically the definition of being gorgeous, straight black hair, icy gray eyes, and the perfect body. she came late to gallagher, living most of her life as a civilian, but she had spy blood in her. she was a direct descendant of gillian gallagher.

elizabeth (liz) sutton, code name bookworm. your typical photographic memory, pixie-like, hacker nerd. on the research and development track because of her smarts. she's also the clumsiest person you'll ever meet, her favorite catch phrase being "oopsie daisies," which she says every time her klutz nature kicks in.

three girls, for someone raised on the streets who has spies after you 24/7, three girls should be a piece of cake. absolutely and utterly safe, nothing terrifying about it.

we'll just say that cammie is absolutely and utterly terrified.

she doesn't have much experience with having girl friends. or any friends, for that matter.

she breathed, she could do this. she could do this. all you have to do is turn the door handle and push.

i can do this.

she pushed the door open to an empty room.

she let out a sigh of relief, they weren't back yet.

she threw her single duffel bag on the only empty bed. the plain white sheets stood out against the personalized bedspreads of her roommates.

sighing once again she sat on her bed, crossing her legs and closing her eyes.

the door opened and the three girls walked in along with four guys. they didn't see her until the boy from earlier locked eyes with her.

"umm, guys. i think we have company."

the other six jumped around, facing cammie in their fighting stances before freezing at the sight of her.

god, spies.

"hi, i guess i'm your new roommate. you must be rebecca, macey, and elizabeth."