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Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy

Gallagher Girls Book 1

Ally Carter

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

ChapterThree

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

ChapterSeven

ChapterEight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

ChapterEleven

ChapterTwelve

ChapterThirteen

ChapterFourteen

ChapterFifteen

ChapterSixteen

ChapterSeventeen

ChapterEighteen

ChapterNineteen

ChapterTwenty

ChapterTwenty-one

ChapterTwenty-two

ChapterTwenty-three

ChapterTwenty-four

ChapterTwenty-five

ChapterTwenty-six

ChapterTwenty-seven

ChapterTwenty-eight

Acknowledgments

I'm tremendously grateful toall the people who have helped bring the Gallagher Girls to life—especially the wonderfully talented Donna Bray, whose support has meant more than I can ever say Also, I owe a great deal to Ananne Lewin and the entire Hyperion team of whom I am continually in awe

I would also like to thank myagent, Kristin Nelson, also, Jennifer Lynn Barnes and Karen Walters for all of their incredible support And, of course, I owe everything to my family, who have always been there for me

And last but certainly notleast, I thank all the wonderful readers, like Victoria Sperow, Kami Elrod, Kelsey Wehmhoff, Paul Hollingsworth, Neha Mahajan, and Kara McBrayer, who make it all worthwhile

For Faith & Lily

the next generation of Gallagher Girls

Chapter One

“Just be yourself," mymother said, as if that were easy. Which it isn't. Ever. Especially not when you're fifteen and don't know what language you're going to have to speak at lunch, or what name you'll have to use the next time you do a "project" for extra credit. Not when your nickname is "the Chameleon."

Not when you go to a schoolfor spies.

Of course, if you're readingthis, you probably have at least a Level Four clearance and know all about the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women—that it isn't really a boarding school for privileged girls,and that, despite our gorgeous mansion and manicured grounds, we're not snobs. We're spies. But on that January day, even my mother…even my headmistress…seemed