Because I know now that a Gallagher Girl is not someone who draws her power from that building. And I stand before you today happy for the reminder that none of those things are true. When I thought it was bulletproof, hack-proof, and…yes…fireproof. “You know, there was a time when I thought that the Gallagher Academy was made of stone and wood, Grand Halls and high-tech labs. She too looked up at the place where the mansion used to stand. “Maybe she’s even a college student.” Liz looked right at me. “A queen.” I thought of little Amirah and knew somehow that she’d be okay. “Maybe she’s an undercover journalist.” I glanced at Tina Walters. I got the feeling that Macey McHenry might never cry again. “Maybe she is someone who chooses to give back, to serve her life protecting others just as someone once protected her.” I glanced to my right and, call me crazy, but I could have sworn Rebecca Baxter was crying. Maybe she is destined to be our first international graduate and take her rightful place among Her Majesty’s Secret Service with MI6.” She no longer had to look down at her paper as she said, “What is a Gallagher Girl? I’m eighteen now, and if I’ve learned anything, it’s that I don’t really know the answer to that question. I saw a group of women gather around a girl whom they had never met, telling the world that if any harm was to come to their sister, it had to go through them first.” “When I was seventeen I stood on a dark street in Washington, D.C., and watched one Gallagher Girl literally jump in front of a bullet to save the life of another. “What is a Gallagher Girl?” This time, when Liz asked it, her voice cracked. And, to me, that meant I was the future.” Fibs allowed me to start doing my own experiments in the lab. “When I was thirteen I thought I knew the answer to that question. “What is a Gallagher Girl?” Liz asked again. Because that was what a Gallagher Girl was to me then, a student at the toughest school in the world.”

They showed me brochures and told me they were impressed by my test scores and asked if I was ready to be challenged.

That was when the recruiters came to see me. “When I was eleven I thought I knew the answer to that question. She looked nervously down at the papers in her hand even though I knew for a fact she had memorized every word.

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