I know I know, I'm terrible person. I kept this back for so long. Here's the thing I reading Out of Sight Out of Time and I've spent so many time fangirling over it. You have no idea. Also One Direction. Seeing Liam Payne would be my dream come true. Like I think I would pee my pants

CHAPTER 14

There are a few reasons why you shouldn't go through official channels all the time. One of the main reasons is that there are many double agents. That's why my dad never used official channels.

And even though sneaking out of the Gallagher Academy again should be hard enough, I didn't need to sneak out at all.

Because as soon as I knocked my own mother out, I could feel a warn cloth covering my mouth, my last thought wondering who told the CIA.

I woke up to what felt like seconds later, but since I was in an enclosed holding cell with no windows; I was kind of at a dead end.

"I want you to remember a few names for me, Cammie."

Those were the first word's Zach's mother said to me. I looked at her with hate and disgust, one I could never look at her son with.

She sighed, "I'm not all bad Cameron. I'm not at all whom you believe me to be. I'm more than that. If you give me those names, I'll be able to show you exactly what I mean."

"I don't trust you."

"Then Mr. Solomon has taught you well."

I gave a sarcastic laugh, "And he paid it with his life."

She shrugged, "He was in my way. Don't worry he'll have plenty of company with you father."

But eyes didn't reach her. And even though I was probably a million miles away from the Gallagher Academy, I still felt my heart there. Walking the halls of freshman year, before everything went wrong.

"You understand what has to happen here right?"

My head turned to her; she gave me a soft smile and pulled a syringe.

That day was the 21st of June. I still had all of summer left to find answers, to find my father. To learn all the secrets of the world.

But that was the last thing I can ever remember. When she pulled out that syringe and stuck into my arm I knew it was some kind of drug, I fell asleep almost immediately.

That's it. That's as far as my memory ever goes. I don't know what was in that syringe or what other drug they could have given me later.

I woke up September 17 in a place I have never known before, in a world I've never been in. My internal clock was completely off and yet some part of me knew I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I didn't know what happened to me or who happened to me. Everything was a blur, but from a quick look around everything was perfectly clear.

I shouldn't be here. Wherever here happened to be.

I knew for a fact that Catherine Goode had used a drug on me, one that would later erase my memory from everything afterwards.

The human brain is a beautiful thing. No computer could ever match up. Memory is even more beautiful, but at other times it can be terrible.

Sometimes we love to remember those beautiful memories and yet we have those stored in a vault. That moment that only comes out in nightmares, in the darkest times.

There like shadows for us. We know they're there. But we just don't recognize them all the time.

However for a spy, it's much harder. We have to go back to those memories. We have to back to people dying, to painful missions, to lost people.

So I should be happy to forget certain things.

But then again, the only way to figure things out and put them in the past was to look back on those memories.

I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to dawn on me again.

Because somewhere I knew that I would need the rest if I wanted to get out of here.

So yea I'm back again, I have spring break so I'll have a lot more time to write. Later Bitches

Danie