I was taking attendance when she walked in.
"Grace, how nice of you to join us." I said smiling. I waved her over and she walked timidly towards me.
"So Grace after the morning announcements would you like to introduce yourself and where you're from?" I asked her; making sure she was comfortable. I didn't want to push her.
She nodded and gave a small smile.
After announcements were over I nodded at Grace, who, was still standing by my desk.
"Let's give our new student Grace all of our attention, please." I looked at my class sharply and turned my attention to Grace. Still, being the 'spy' I was, I kept my focus on everything around me, Mr. Solomon's advice at the back of my brain. Notice everything.
"Well, my name is Grace Lyons, I'm from Roseville Virginia, and I went to The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women." she said smiling awkwardly.
I swallowed hard, thoughts raced through my brain.
Would she remember me?
Did she know who I was?
No, Cammie, stop overthinking, you are in disguise. She can't remember you. Nobody remembers you.
"Well Grace we are happy that you came to our school," I said placing my hands on my desk and standing slowly. I searched the room for an extra seat. "Grace you will be sitting by Melanie, Melanie raise your hand please." But before Melanie could even raise her hand Grace was making her way over.
I smiled inwardly, she really did her research.
I gave them a math assignment to work on. They were in their sophomore year and they were finishing up Algebra. I finished up Algebra in 7th grade, but I didn't go to the average school.
Grace finished up the paper pretty quickly and started reading when she was finished. When I saw that everyone was finished, I passed out another paper about the upcoming sophomore trip. I didn't know much about the trip except that I was going. Apparently, the new teacher has to go because of 'tradition' or something. I'm not that excited but it would help me with getting to know more about Grace.
If Solomon taught her well, she would have her walls built up by now, but Solomon taught me well too. I know how to manipulate those walls.
I just have to appear trust worthy enough for a piece of information to slip. It shouldn't be that hard.
Believe me when I say that I've been through worse.
Way worse.
I like a little bit of challenge sometimes.
I've heard it's healthy for you.
I retreated to my desk and let the talk amongst themselves till the end of class, which was over in 4 minutes 36 seconds in case you were wondering.
I looked down at the trip flyers that were all the rage with the sophomores. I quickly scanned the page until I realized where we were going.
Washington D.C.
We were going to Virginia.
Where everything I've ever known is.
My mom, my school, my sisterhood.
I quickly did the calculations in my head of me seeing one of them. Then, I stopped myself. Fate had never been on my side so it was going to be hard to avoid them. They won't recognize my disguise; they probably think I'm dead. They probably think I abandoned them. They probably hate me, and I don't blame them. If I had been left, I would hate me too.
The bell rang and I dismissed my class.
'Only 6 more classes to go Cam.' I told myself encouragingly.
When I get home I'm exhausted. But, I ignore my brains pleads of slumber and get ready to go to my neighbors dinner party.
When I finish getting ready I head down to their house, which is 3 doors down.
Paige and Kyle Friar greet me at their front door with warm, inviting smiles.
"Katie, come in, come inside." Paige said ushering me in.
They lead me to their living room, which has a couple of our other neighbors occupying it. I glance around the room before seeing Rachel and her husband Cale. Rachel lives right next door to me and has been very welcoming ever since I moved here. I find myself turning and walking in their direction.
Rachel reminds me most of Liz because she's so sweet and caring. She even helped me move in. Even though I have only been here for a few months I can tell we are going to get close.
"Rachel," I said and embraced the brunette in a hug.
"Katie," she said returning the gesture.
"How have you guys been?" I asked turning to face the couple.
"Great, what about you Katie?" Rachel asked smiling.
"Oh, just fine. So Cale how's work?" I asked trying to strike up a conversation.
Cale was the owner of a big time construction industry that was worth millions. It supported the both of them but Rachel insisted on working. Rachel owned an ice cream parlor that was 60's themed. They had enough money to buy a bigger house, but they were very down to Earth people. That's why I loved this couple so much.
"Business is doing great as per usual." Cale said with a warm smile.
"Good, good," I said looking over Paige who was raising a glass about to make an announcement.
"Everyone," Paige glanced around the room, "Dinner is served." And with a smile she turned and we followed her to the dining room.
I sat down in the chair next to Rachel and we began to eat, until my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number. Instead of taking the call I turned my ringer off and continued eating.
At the end of the night I had met some new people, made some new friends, and got a little bit tipsy.
As I was leaving Paige's house I checked my phone to realize that the unknown number had left a voicemail. I thought nothing of it given the drunk, tired state I was in, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, with the full knowledge that I would I have a slight hangover in the morning.
Thank God for Saturdays.
A/N: This chapter was kind of boring, and the next chapter might have a time skip so pay attention to the date. Anyways R&R and tell me what your thinking.
