I decided to post early, because the writers block for GG Trilogy is still there, and I know that the readers for GG Trilogy seriously want me to post.

I want to make it up for posting the first official chapter of Speak of the Devil. Enjoy!

Chapter One

"I want to be picked this time." Deedee Sanders announced at lunch. "What about you, Cammie? Did you submit your form or not?"

Cameron Morgan shrugged and took a sip of her fat-free mango smoothie.

A couple or so years ago, the first Gallagher Academy (GA West Virginia), decided to sponsor the Socialite Outing (SO), a one-month vacation each school year.

In this 'outing', three students from each of the fifteen GA academies in the world are picked by the Gallagher board of trustees. The trustees also pick which country the students shall spend their thirty one days in, including all expenses, etc.

To be one of the 'Socialites', you have to be:

1) Fourteen years old and up

2) Not a grade below C

3) No recorded misbehavior

4) A letter expressing your guardian's permission to go on the outing.

That's it. Four simple rules. Cammie fulfilled them all, but she never felt the need to apply for it. However, her best friend, a blonde with lapis lazuli eyes, the boy-crazy, yet single Deedee, has been wasting ink and paper filling out Socialite Outing forms since two years ago when she turned fourteen.

Cammie have always wondered why Deedee is so obsessed, but she has learned to live with it. But every year, when the forms are distributed, she would pester Cammie to apply for it too.

And, very unfortunately, the month the trustees picked for this year was September, which, way more unfortunately was also the month of Deedee's birthday.

So this is why Cammie placed a big, obviously forced smile on her face and say: "Yeah, of course I did, D, but I'm not sure I'll be picked, just so you know."

Deedee didn't miss the fake-ness."Cammie, I thought we agreed on this." Deedee whined. Her pink-lipsticked lips quivered dramatically.

Cammie looked at her friend helplessly.

In addition to being SO-obsessed, Deedee is also an amazing actress. The only girl who's better than her is the senator's daughter, Macey McHenry (who, by the way, is gorgeous enough to be on the cover of Vogue).

"D," Cammie sighed,"we did agree on this; I'm just experiencing PTS."

"Post Traumatic Syndrome? Is that it?"

"Possibly, but it's more like Post Traveling Syndrome."

Deedee laughed at her lame excuse."Chicken."

"Pushover."

"Killjoy. Listen, what's your subject after History?"

"Algebra, why?"

She checked her schedule."Excellent. Meet me in the front of the Bio lab after History."

"Uh-huh." Cammie said, playing dumb."Why again?"

Deedee rolled her eyes."Because that's where Principal Buckingham posts the names for SO, hell-o? The bulletin is right outside the lab, so it's perfect."

"We're not even sure if we'll get picked."

Deedee pretended not to hear her."And if we do, we skip the next period to celebrate!"

At last, something to be grateful for. Cammie felt a devilish smile spreading in her face."Awesome. Lord knows I haven't put much effort into my Algebra assignment."

The bell rang.

Cammie picked her books up. "Bye, D, see you after History!"

A sandy blonde hawtie was walking their way. Deedee was distracted, but even the thought of the hawtie couldn't make her forget.. "Bio lab, Cam, don't forget!"

Okay, so that was kinda long, right?

Gotta go, I have to do my homework. My algebra homewotk. How ironic is that?

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