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Cammie

"Liz?" Where was she, "Liz, where are you? I have to ask you something." I eventually made my way into the grand entrance of the school. Finally, I made my way to the lab. I could hear noises inside the doors, she must be mixing chemicals or something. Of course, it wouldn't be a normal day if Liz wasn't in the lab doing some kind of experiment.

I opened the door slowly snaking my head into the room, "Liz?"

"Yeah, what do you need?" Her blonde hair was tied back by a hair band.

"Can I ask you for something?" I really needed her to help me hack into this website.

"Not now, sorry Cam."

I raised my eyebrow, she really just blew me off? Just like that? Wow, "Please...I really need your help."

"What?" She turned way to fast, because whatever she was working on flew at me, "Oopsies. Oh my gosh, Cammie I am so sorry. We need to get you cleaned up...like, NOW!" Before I knew what was happening, Liz grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the room and into another.

"Cammie?" Bex voice bellowed, "What happened to you? Why are you all wet?"

My head started to ache, I couldn't see where I was going. It-whatever it was-got all over my face and a little in my eyes.

"Liz, what happened?" Macey's voice shouted. I flinched at how loud it was.

I felt a towel being patted all across my face. I couldn't talk, I couldn't see, and frankly, I felt like sh*t, "Cammie," Liz was talking too loud, "you need to give us an indication that you are okay. Do something...anything." Slowly and cautiously, I nodded my head, "Good, now sit down."

I was softly placed on a soft surface, I felt under me to see that it was my bed. Wow, that was extremely fast.

"Liz, what happened?" Macey repeated from before, although this time is was so much softer than before. I guessed that Liz had gestured for them to be quieter, because usually Bex would be screaming by now.

"Well, it wasn't my fault. She walked into the lab and I was working on something. I might have accidentally spilled some of it on her." By the tone of her voice, you could easily tell that she was nervous.

"What was it?" The voice was strained, forcing the British accent to come out even more. Bex, obviously.

"An age serum." Liz muttered under her breath. Did she just say "Age Serum"?

"Decrease or Increase?" Macey's voice was shallow. I could tell she was nervous of the answer, as was I for that matter.

"Decrease." I was going to kill her...once the hammer pounding into my head stops.

"How long do we have until it takes hold?" I heard shuffling, I knew Liz was shifting her weight from foot to foot. I could feel the shift through the floor, the indent of weight wasn't enough for it to be either Macey or Bex.

"I don't know. That's what I was trying to figure out before Cammie came in."

"We need to fine a cure before the chemical takes hold." Bex commanded.

Finally, I was able to talk, but I still couldn't see. Everything was slowly starting to fade away, "What about me?" I slurred.

A hand was placed gently on my shoulder, "Just stay there and don't do anything." Bex demanded, rather rudely. But I knew she only meant to keep myself safe.

I was going to protest before everything went black.

Bex

I was going to kill Liz for this. We called Zach to come up and watch Cammie while we worked on a cure. As we walked out the door, we heard a soft thumb. Macey and I both looked at each other before opening the door open only to find a small girl sitting on Cammie's bed. Her dirty blonde hair barely reached past her shoulders, and her eyes seemed to change from a dull blue to an electric blue in seconds.

"Hi!" The small girl yelped, a huge smile spread across her face; a smile that belonged to the one and only Cameron Ann Morgan.

"Hi," we said in unison, "how are you?" I asked.

"Good." Her eyes roamed the room, "This is a pretty room."

"That's good," Macey looked at me for help, "how old are you?"

"Three!" Younger Cammie held up three of her fingers to make sure we knew exactly how old she was.

"Hey, what do you guys need?" We all turned to find Zach Goode standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed across his broad chest. He peered his head around us to look at the little girl, who was now playing on Cammie's bed, "Who's that?"

"Zach meet your three year old girlfriend."

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