I don't own Gallagher Girls.

Cammie POV:

When the light pours into my window, I know I have to get up. I roll out of my bed and grab my clothes. Locking the bathroom door, I pull off my clothes. I pull on my personalized graphic t-shirt that says "Back In Black~ AC/DC"

Pulling on my black jeans that fit me just right, I look in the mirror. I look good, but something is missing. Then it hits me. I put on a good amount of black mascara and eyeliner. Unlocking the door, I head out into my room. Opening my closet, I flick my eyes side to side, looking for the one that will complete the look.

YES! I FOUND IT!

The black leather jacket I wear when rididng my motorcycle. I grab my sunglasses and head out of my room. Everyone is sitting at the kitchen table, leaning over a list. Ian looks up at me and wolf-whistles. Walking by him, I smack the back of his head. Grabbing a chocolate muffin and a coffee with two sugars and a milk, I sit down and grab a list. It's the final list of teachers and their jobs, written by Liz.

Final List Of Of Teachers:

Both High/Middle/College Parts of School:

Cammie: Headmaster

Chase: Head Of Security

High/Middle School Part of School:

Liz: Science and Technology

Ian: PE teacher

Gabby: Language (Spanish, French, German, etc.)

Jake: Disguises and Camoflauge

College Part Of School:

Lacey: Average College Degree of Spying

Audrey: Average College Degree of Spying

Matt: The Art Of Fighting College Degree

Dave: The Teaching Of Spying College Degree

I nod at the list and fold it up. Looking at my watch, I almost choke on my muffin.

"It's 7:45! The students will be here in 15 minutes!" I yell.

Everyone jumps up and runs downstairs.

"GO,GO,GO!"I yell.

Show Time.

As the kids pour into the café for lunch, I sit by the door, waiting for the signal to come in. None of the students have seen me for a while, so I kind of wanted to make a dramatic entrance.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. But I seriously don't care.

Suddenly, Ian's voice booms out of the speakers.

"STUDENTS!"

"Thank you, . Now that I have your attention, I'd like for you to give a warm welcome to your headmaster here at Greystone!" Liz called out.

I open the door, revealing hundreds of clappping student, cheering. Liz hands me the microphone, and the clapping stops.

The room is silent.

"HEY! THEY SAID THAT CAMMIE WAS GOING TO BE HEADMASTER!"A guy yells out from a table.

I chuckle quietly as cries of outage are uttered.

"Well, I know I look different, but I don't look that different, do I?" I laugh.

"CAMMIE?!"

"THAT'S CAMMIE!"

"NO!THAT CAN'T BE CAMMIE!"

"The one and only," I chuckle.

The room is filled with whispers of,

"The old Cammie was a pinkoholic!"

"The old Cammie hated rock and roll!"

"Did you notice her very subtle limp on her left leg? Wonder what's that from?"

Sighing, I pull off my sunglasses and roll my eyes.

"ENOUGH! Enough! Just eat your lunch and welcome to Greystone Academy!"I say loudly.

Rolling my eyes, I sit at the table with all the other teachers.

"This annoying 15 year old was all "You're only a few years older than me! I don't have to listen to you!", and I was about to throttle him!" Liz says.

"This is just the beginning,"I say, biting into my burger.

And I know what I'm saying is true.

Author's Note:

Hey guys, it's Ever. I know that this is really late, I'm just really busy. Also, my other stories are on a roll, and I have a lot of followers to please. Don't take that the wrong way, I'm just saying my Maximum Ride stories are more popular. Sorry if this is super late, once again. I'm going to try and be as regular as I can. SORRY ONCE AGAIN!

Please review!

~Caribbeansoulforever

Ever