Hi, it's Itasca, I reread this story, and figured that I didn't like how it looked. The summary is going to stay the same, but I changed the chapters. I hope you like it! Disclaimer: Ally Carter owns the Gallagher Girls.
Cammie P.O.V.
It was already back to school. It seemed like only yesterday, we were getting out of class and going up to our rooms to pack our belongings. I heard shouting at the door.
"Cammie! Open the door! I can't get through!"
I opened the door and saw a girl with shiny black hair, wearing designer clothes, struggling with about 7 suitcases.
"Hi Macey!" I said.
"Yeah, hi Cammie, will you help me now?!" She said, sounding strained.
"Oh, yeah sure." I said as I went out into the hall to help her with her bags.
"Thanks." She said as we finally got all of the bags into the room.
We sat down and started unpacking her bags. I had already finished unpacking because I had been there for a week before. I wonder what she did this summer. It had to be better than what I did, going to Grandma and Grandpa Morgan's ranch, and riding horses all day.
"What did you do this summer?" I asked
"I went to Paris with my parents." She said in a bored voice.
"Wow. That's cool." I said.
There were footsteps racing towards our door, then a thud. I got up and opened it, to find one girl standing up and another on the floor. The one standing up looked like an Egyptian Goddess, with her cappuccino colored skin, and dark brown hair; and the girl on the floor was very pale,had a sunburn, and blonde hair.
"Bex! Liz! How have you been?!" I asked.
"Good. How have you been?" They replied at the same time.
"Good." I sat down and started helping them unpack everything they brought back with them.
Once we finished unpacking, it was time for dinner. We changed into our uniforms, had Macey do our makeup, and all walked down to the Grand Hall. We walked into the room and walked over to our table. The teachers walked in and took their seats at the table at the front of the room. My mom stood up and started to say the pledge. We all stood up together. Then sat down again. When we got back to our rooms, our schedules were on each of our beds. We compared, and all had the same except Liz, who had chosen the research route instead of cove ops.