The Academy

Kamber Marie Evans, Kam to her friends, is a student at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, a school for aspiring spies, even though the staff claim it is a school for geniuses, everyone knows the truth. If you have the security clearance that is. Kam speaks fourteen languages, not including dialects, she she is a black belt in 5 different kinds of karate and tae kwon do, and she's a first rate gymnast. She can run a marathon in less than 2 hours, and she is an expert at covert operations, a class at the Academy that teaches students how to sneak around like spies without being noticed. Kamber's life is almost perfect. Kam has always known she was adopted when she was younger, and she knows that her parents were still alive, and had OTHER kids. Other girls, and an older brother. All she knows is that they live in Britain, henceforth her British accent. She has toyed with ideas as to why her parents gave her up, but when her adoptive parents, the Evans, are killed in a car crash, her biological family appears out of nowhere, with promises to make her life better. But she doesn't realize that he Tomlinsons can help her. Kam is angry that her family would stay away from her life for 18 years, so she tries to run away all the time, she does drugs, drinks, anything she can to get her mind off of her impossible life. When "Mummy Tomlinson", as Kam refers to her, decides to send her away with her older brother Louis on tour with his world famous band, Kam uses her spy skills to prank the boys, thwart them in any way she can. At least, until they give her up to an orphanage again, or best yet, send her back to the Academy, to her friends: Samantha, Caroline, and Riley.
On the other hand, Louis Tomlinson had never known he had another sister. When he finally discovers her drug use, he is determined to help her in any way he can, except set her up with one of the other boys. But Kam doesn't want Louis' help, she doesn't want anyone's help, unless she knows them from the "Academy". Louis has no idea what the Academy is, other than that it is the rich boarding school Kam attended during years 7-12, but he is determined to find out, plus why does Kam appear to hate him?

Can years worth of lack of trust and knowing someone be made up for in just one world tour? Find out in: "The Academy"


7. I Know Who You Are

"What's wrong?" I ask Sam as she returns to her seat.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. She just wanted to know if we would still be playing the end of the year soccer game like always."

If it was 'like always' why would she even bother to ask. I sensed there was more to the conversation, but I stuffed in my doubts.

"Oh, and, Louis is bringing his girlfriend, and his the other members of his band, who then wanted to bring their girlfriends, and Demi Lovato."

I looked at her like she was crazy. So that was my family, plus a bunch of other celebrities.

"How did Demi Lovato get in that mix?" Riley was a Lovatic, but she still wanted to know.

"Well, you see, Little Mix is opening for her on her tour, so when Zayn Malik invited his girlfriend, the rest if Little Mix and Demi Lovato wanted to meet Louis' new sister."

"You do know their actually engaged, right?"

"Whatever. I think that tops the list of as consisting of: your new family, One Direction, Little Mix, Eleanor Calder, Demi Lovato, and what's her face Jenner."

"You mean Kendall? Oh my god, I hate the Kardashians, I just can't keep up with them!" Caroline pretended to be disgusted, even though everyone knew it was totally sincere, she really hated them all.

Suddenly, I couldn't keep up with the conversation anymore, so as my friends began to talk about meaningless things having to do with celebrities, I pulled myself up out of my seat, and went to my little alcove. Almost half an hour later, my three best friend a squeezed themselves in there too.

They took their time to talk about things that wouldn't upset me. I knew they wanted to talk about other things, like my new family, so I began to steer their conversation in that direction, simply by stating that they could talk about anything they wanted.

They talked about everything from celebrity gossip to how Harry Styles might be wearing his hair today.

Another fifteen minutes later, I pointed outside, and said: "Shut up and look." There, beginning the drive along the Gallagher driveway, was a sleek black limousine. We all stopped and stared for a whole two and half minutes until the limousine pulled to a stop at the foot of the Gallagher mansion. Out of the drivers popped a slightly attractive middle aged man, if you were into older dudes, whom Caroline pointed out as Paul, the One Direction bodyguard/person who kept the boys under control.

Then, one by one, my family climbed out of the car. Then came the other celebrities, slowly though, and as each climbed out, they all stopped to marvel at the Academy's huge mansion.

As an expert lip reader, I could tell my brother was complaining to his girlfriend about what might happen if I didn't like him. My mother fretted that I might be angry with her, and Demi Lovato and Jesy Nelson took bets on who in my family I will look most like. Perrie Edwards and Zayn Malik admired the ring on Perrie's finger, as the rest of Little Mix poured over some lyrics to a new song they were thinking of. Harry Styles had his arms around Kendall Jenner's waist, and the others of One Direction were telling awful giraffe jokes to my younger half sisters.

"Kamber. My mom wants us to greet them with her." Sam called me back to the real world.

As me and my friends left the alcove, I felt anger surge through me at the fact that my family thought they could just walk back into my life after eighteen years out being gone from it.

When Headmistress Breber lead the four of us out into the fresh Virginia air, I felt reality slap me in the face. I had to be polite, no matter what.

"Mrs. Tomlinson, I'm Headmistress Breber, we spoke on the phone."

My mother looked at Mrs. Breber, then nodded, and extended her own hand. "Yes, I believe we did."

Headmistress Breber went on to introduce my three friends, nod when she got to me, my mother threw her arms around my neck, sobbing into my shoulder. I comforted her, and wiped the tears from her eyes. When she walked back to her husband, I found my eyes glancing toward Louis. He looked down, avoiding my eyes.

His girlfriend sighed, and stepped forward herself. "I'm sorry about him, he's just a little nervous is all, you can understand."

I nodded, trying my very best to keep my emotions in check. When Eleanor walked around to Louis' backside, she pushed him forward, until he came stumbling to a stop in front of me.

He smiled a prize-winning, white-toothed smile. "Hi, I'm Louis Tomlinson."

I felt a critical analysis running through my head. How odd, he introduced himself, and included his last name. I realized I was staring at his outstretched hand, positioned awkwardly in thin air.

I felt my anger get the best of me, and, not caring what anyone else thought of me, looked him straight in the eyes and said: "I know who you are, bastard." Then, I ran for it. I ran back inside the mansion, past other lip reading girls, who knew exactly what was going on, outside and inside my head, and collapsed on my bed in a fit of sobs.

My friends came in, and tried to rub my back, but I sat up, and screamed out my frustration. "I hate them all! They can go to hell for all I care!"

When I had finally calmed down, Riley disappeared in to the bathroom, and came back out with three different bottles of pills. "These are some calming pills, if you should ever need them." She said handing me the first bottle, and the second and third.

"What about these?" I said sniffling.

"You know what those are." She said, sadly.

Of course, drugs. She was giving me illegal drugs. I smiled at her. Most Gallagher Girls took drugs at one point or another, just to get away from the reality of life. We all even took a class at the Academy to learn how to stay away from addiction, not throw our lives away, blah, blah, blah. We knew what we were doing when it came to drugs.

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