The Things I Write

This book series involves three (soon to be four) roommates being trained to be spies at an highly elite female-only boarding school. They learn how to fight, see the different things in pictures with just a glimpse, learn how to disguise themselves, learn different languages, use different spy gear, hack into computers, take rides in helicopters... So, what is the problem with this book?

There's a shoehorned romance with our protagonist and some bland, boring guy who can’t know the “truth” behind Gallagher Academy and the real story behind Cammie. So shoehorned romance and a large secret behind Cammie. At least it’s not a paranormal romance and the guy isn’t an abusive douche bag, fuckwit.

This hexalogy was written in 2006 to 2013. Each book takes place during a semester, starting with Cammie’s sophomore year, ending with her graduation.

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It was now a month into the Selection. I was beginning to feel homesick and I was missing my family. I was even missing my boss at the construction site, for some reason.

I was surprised that I didn't end up as a top pick on the magazine. Kayleigh, Emily, and I had a good at the fact that Celeste wasn't picked either.

We all had gone on a few 'dates' with Maxon. The only that had more than us was Marlee. In a way, I was glad that I wasn't catching Maxon's interest since I wouldn't have to find a nice way to tell him that Elizabeth and I had switched places.

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I stood on the set to be interviewed, wearing an indigo blue knee-length dress with a purple bow around the waist with sapphires sewed on it. I was beginning to see that people love putting bows on my dress.

I thought that Kayleigh Pouligh and Emily Arnold had done well on their interviews.

I was called up to be interviewed by Gavril, and when I went to shake his hand I noticed a pin on his lapel. It was an X in a star. It was the symbol of the Northern Rebels.

"Is there a problem, Miss Ivanova?" asked Gavril.

"N-no," I said, dragging my face up to look at Gavril's face. I shook his head, and sat down. I was still a little uneasy over Gavril being a rebel and essentially broad casted it over TV.

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On Saturday, we gathered in the Women's Room. I still thought that it was a stupid name. As soon as I entered, I looked for a spot that was as far away from Celeste, as possible. I wasn't in the mood for Celeste's babble and inane comments.

Kayleigh Poulin came over, grabbed my arm and took me to the wall that was as far away from Celeste as possible.

"How was your day with Prince Maxon?" asked Kayleigh.

I was confused. I don't know how she knew. "How do you know about that?"


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For dinner, I sat between Sosie Keeper and Anna Farmer.

I looked down at my steak. I think the last time I had steak was back when Lizzie and I were ten. Back before Adam and Alyssa were born, when January and October were eight, and Caitlyn and Craig were six.

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I walked in the terminal, looking down.

"Elizabeth, over here!" a girl shouted.

"Give me the beautiful smile from the picture they selected," a man shouted.

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Link just stared at Lena and Ethan who were staring at each other, before he grabbed his tray and stood up. He looked around before finally spotting a lone boy sitting at a table by himself. In a way, that guy looked cool with shaggy blond hair with the right side dip-dyed right and the left side dip-dyed blue.

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