OKAY, SO AS YOU NOTICED, THIS STORY HAD BEEN DELETED BECAUSE IT HAD BEEN REPORTED AND ALL, BUT GUESS WHAT, BITCHES? IT'S STILL ALIVE AND KICKING, BETTER THAN EVER! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, I GIVE YOU (WELL, I GIVE YOU BACK), "MY TAKE ON CAMMIE'S BALL (AND THE C&A CLASSES) IN CMH?"! (NO, I DIDN'T REWRITE IT YET, OR I MAYBE WON'T, PERIOD...)

Alright, as I showed you all, I can't summarize this story in around 400 characters, so here goes the summary:

What if Cammie was a tomboy? Like, can't stand makeup, and doesn't own anything resembling girly, just because she can't take it? And, horror of horrors, what if Madame Dabney announced a ball? Where she would have to wear a gown, high heels, makeup, do her hair and who knows what else? Also, what if our sweet and somewhat shy Cammie was a little more bold? Like, daredevil, sassy, back talking and quite often 'rude'? We all know for certain it would be a rather interesting story.

Before I start the story, though, let me clear up a few things first:

1. Cam is a very bold person in this story, so if she seems OOC, deal with it!
2. Instead of wearing a skirt and flats, Cammie wears khakis and her beat up black Converse
3. She is constantly in her mom's office because of her 'disrespect for the school's dress code'
4. She likes to be called Ron because her name is Cameron, and she thinks Cam or Cammie is too girly
5. From now on, Madame Dabney's first name is Cécille. Why? Because I said so and in my stories I do what I want... Just kidding, that sounded mean. But, no, it's because Ally doesn't mention her first name in the books, so I am guessing a random French name (because she is French)... Hope you understood it!

So, without further ado, I give you the story!

CPOV

So, I was assigned to show Zachary around. You might remember him from my annoyance during the CoveOps mission at the mall in DC. Or not, but that doesn't really matter now. What I am trying to say is, it is annoying. He is the single most annoying, cocky and self-centered human being on the planet. And guess who's the unlucky Gallagher Girl who has to deal with him. That's right, me. Fuck. My. Life.

"Come on, Zachary. We have the class I call 'The Death of Me', but is also known as Culture and Assimilation or C&A." His already annoying smirk grew wider.

"Wait, hold on for a second. Did you just say culture class? What do you learn there, how to drink tea and set a table?" I had to laugh at that, but of course, I did it very un-ladylike, just because I can.

"As pointless as it sounds, yes, that is among the crap we learn there. I hate it too. You boys are not alone." When I finished my statement, we had just reached the doorway. Thankfully, we had almost a minute to spare.

So, naturally, I talk to my dear best friend, Bex, while putting my hands in my pants' pocket.

"So what do you think she'll yell at me for today? Ten bucks says I will get sent to my mom's office by the end of her class." She grins.

"I honestly don't know, Ron. But you are so on for the bet." Yes, me and my best friend bet on whether or not I will get sent to my mother (the headmistress)'s office. Yes, we both joke about the teachers' need to constantly be yelling at me. It's just how we roll.

The Wicked Witch of the West just arrived. That's strange, I don't see a broom anywhere. I have a feeling it will be a fun class today, and judging by her excited face and the fact that we hate each other, I bet it will make for good entertainment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make. In two weeks, we will be having an all-school formal examination. A ball! We will be having a ball, ladies and gentlemen! By the end of next week, you will all be fitted for gowns, ladies. And tuxedoes for the gentlemen, of course!" She annouced excitedly. I raise my hand, with a nice comment at the ready. "Yes, Cameron?" I can hear the hatred in her voice.

I smile and ask my lovely question. "Would it be okay if I came in drag? Like, dressed as a guy?" Everyone bursts out laughing at this and I grin at my success, she looks horrified by my question.

"What? Of course not! You are a lady and you will dress like one!" She answered me, as horrified (if not more than) as she looked. Thankfully, I am creative enough to have many good answers.

I will use my favorite that I could come up with on the spot. "Aw, come on! Please? I promise I will even act like a guy! Look, I can do it now!" After that, I get my baseball cap from my book bag and place it on my head, burping loudly. Then I see Grant has two cokes in his bag. "Yo, Grant, chuck me a coke!" After that, Dabney looks like she will burst from my 'rudeness' and the class is roaring with laughter. I have achieved my goal. And I gained a coke in the process.

"Cameron Morgan! Go-" I cut her off there.

I get my bag, open my coke, take a sip and tell her, "Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before. 'Cameron, go to the Headmistress' office! You are a disgrace!' Yada yada. Bex, you owe me ten bucks. You wanna pay now or later?" Bex hands me my money and flashes me a thumbs up, which was her way of saying 'good job', and I leave, walking towards my mother's office yet again.

I see Professor Buckingham on my way there, and was greeted with a weary "What did you do this time, Cameron?" and a sigh.

I told her with a grin, and then she noticed my coke and my cap. She sighed and asked what were they all going to do with me. I continued walking towards the office, when I open the door; I see my mom and Solomon, who were talking about something until I opened the door.

"What did you do now, Ron? And lose the coke, cap and put on the Gallagher Academy uniform! Do not make up a uniform only because you don't like it!" I took a deep breath, finished off my coke, threw away the can, put away my cap and began my story, as dramatically as I could. I might as well have some fun with this all, right?

"Well, mom, it all began on a terrible time I call morning, when my dear friend Bex had to wake me up. After that and a lot of yelling between me and Macey and being called hopeless by said girl, we went to breakfast. After that, I went to a class I like to call 'The Death of Me', but you know it as Culture and Assimilation," I told them. At this, Mr. Solomon was cracking a grin at my drama.

I continued speaking, "So I get in and make a bet with my beloved best friend, if I would end up here by the end of the class, she owed me ten bucks, which are now in my pocket. Then the devil walked in. She was going on about some ball or dance or whatever that would be happening in two weeks. I could have cared less, until she mentioned the girls being fitted for dresses and the guys, for tuxes. So, naturally, I ask an innocent question to the thing that teaches that class. 'Can I go in drag? Like, dressed like a guy?'" I spoke in the same tone I had used in her class. Solomon bursts out laughing, and my mother looks torn between amused and disappointed.

"Anyways, she freaked and everyone else laughed. She told me I am a lady and I must dress as one. So, I go for my last resort: begging," I told them. While I am smiling, my mom decides to be amused, barely containing a smile and lifting a curious eyebrow at me. "I told her that I promised I would even act like a guy, so I was like, let's do it fully, not just a half-assed job. So I got out my cap and put in on my head," I did the stuff as I said them, "I told Granty-boy to 'chuck me a coke', I open it, and after a loud sip, I make sure to use all my 'inner guy' and summon a burp. After that, poor little Cécille lost it, telling me to come here. Before I left, all I did was get my money from a laughing and impressed Bex Baxter. After that, well, you know." I finished with a proud grin.

You might be wondering why I was proud. But I was proud because I was able to make Joe Solomon laugh out loud. He even high-fived me! My mother said that as long as I showed up to the ball in a dress, high heels and I behaved; I would be off the hook. For that, anyways.

So, did you like it? In the next chapter I will be posting the ball! So, kisses, my pretties!

Over and out
~JOZL

SO, ANYWAYS, I WAS WONDERING SOMETHING... DO YOU GUYS WANT A CHAPPIE OF WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THE BALL? LIKE, CHAPPIE ONE IS PRE-BALL, CHAPPIE TWO IS BALL AND CHAPPIE THREE IS POST-BALL OR DO YOU ONLY WANT CHAPPIES ONE AND TWO?

~JOMMIE OBSESSED ZAMMIE LOVER / BADASS WITH A HEART (RIGHT, UKNOWILOVEU? :D)

And since I've been a bad author, I am going to try to update all my stories today, including this one, so I might get Chapter 2 up today to celebrate my win for NaNoWriMo!