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Suspicions

Though Michael didn't quite know what the Gallagher Academy was or where it was located, if you're reading this, then you probably do. The Gallagher Academy is in Virginia. It is unlike the Ghengis Academy in many ways, but perhaps the biggest difference is that while the Ghengis Academy is hidden in the heart of a mighty mountain, the Gallagher Academy flaunts its existence. The Ghengis Academy is never even whispered about, but the Gallagher Academy is frequently a topic of discussion, especially among the citizens of Roseville, who take one look at the manicured grounds and tall stone walls and roll their eyes, whispering about rich billionaire heiresses.

The Gallagher Academy has another major difference from the Genghis Academy: the difference in the number and gender of its students. The Ghengis Academy has only six students, and they are all male. The Gallagher Academy has four times that many students, and they are all female. But, the Gallagher Academy trains their students well, mind you. Very well.

….

"This sucks."

"Focus, Bex."

"I'm focusing!" Bex insisted, and then yelled out an apology to the group of eighth graders that she had just accidentally shot an arrow at. "Sorry! My bad!"

Cammie Morgan rolled her eyes and picked up an arrow before she fitted it against the string.

"This would be a lot easier if it wasn't opposite hand day," Bex said as she tried once again to hit the target that was set up sixty yards away. "Sorry, Professor Buckingham!"

Patricia Buckingham shot Bex a look before she continued on her way.

Cammie pulled the string back, took a deep breath, and released. The arrow sailed fairly straight, but her aim was off and she missed the target. She let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't think it matters that it's opposite hand day. I can't shoot a bow and arrow anyway."

"Archery is ridiculous," Bex agreed and tossed her luscious hair over one shoulder. "Who do they think we're going to be fighting? Robin Hood?"

"I like archery," Tina Walters said. No one had invited her to join the conversation, but Tina never thought that she needed an invitation. "You never know when it will come in handy."

"I can only think of one thing it would be handy for," Bex muttered as she picked up another arrow and aimed it. "And that would be shutting Tina Walters up."

"Bex!" Cammie gasped in shock and her arrow flew towards the group of eighth graders, who decided that it was much better to move than to partake in target practice. "Sorry!"

"I didn't mean hit her, Cam," Bex clarified and shot another arrow. "Missed again. Anyway, I just meant shoot it at her and scare her."

"Sure," Cammie rolled her eyes. "How much longer do we have to do this?"

"Dunno," Bex responded with a shrug, which didn't do anything to help her aim. "But I'm not looking forward to Solomon's class. Who knows what he'll make us do, and knowing him, it'll probably be something that I'll never be able to do left handed. And you know he'll call me on it."

"Notes in Countries was bad enough," Cammie agreed. "You'd figure that we'd have the hang of it by junior year."

"Okay, girls. That's enough of target practice!"

"Thank God!" Cammie and Bex called at the same time and moved to put the equipment away.

"I don't think anyone hit the target," Bex noted.

"Nope."

"Wonder what the boys had to do," Bex said, but both she and Cammie were almost positive that they'd been doing some target practice, too. But with guns. The Gallagher Academy didn't want their students to learn how to use guns until their senior year, but the boys from Blackthorne had grown up in a completely different environment, and they always seemed to be the exception.

As they headed back towards the mansion, Zach fell into step beside Cammie. "Ladies, how was target practice?"

Cammie knew that the headache would begin shortly. Zach had a way of saying things that he never really explained, leaving both Cammie and her roommates with headaches. It seemed that none of them would ever understand the boys from Blackthorne.

"Fine," Bex said gruffly, not wanting to admit that none of them had been able to hit the target. She didn't like being bested by anyone, but especially not the boys. A Gallagher Girl through and through.

"How was yours?" Cammie asked politely. She had decided long ago that the best strategy would be to be as polite as possible and see what (if anything) slipped.

"Fine," Zach replied with a smile that drove Cammie crazy. It clearly said I know something you don't know and I'm loving it. And it was times like these when Cammie found herself missing Josh. Things had been so simple with him… Except for the sneaking out and lying and…. Never mind. But it really had been simpler, in a way, because there hadn't been anything to figure out about him. He was simply… Josh.

Being on an elevator with Zach reminded Cammie of the first time she had ridden in an elevator. The time when she had thought that he was simply a boy. The time that he had bested her. And he was still besting her. He knew more about her than she did about him, and she didn't like that one bit.

"Last class before lunch," Bex commented and right on cue, her stomach growled. "Hope crème cake is on the menu."

"We haven't had that in a while," Cammie agreed, but she knew what Bex was doing. Neither of them liked the guys to know anything important about them, so they always kept the conversations casual when they were around.

"Ladies, take a seat," Mr. Solomon said as soon as they were through the door. "And gentlemen," he added as an afterthought.

The rest of the class filed in and everyone took a seat. Unfortunately, Zach sat beside Cammie. Bex took the other side and gave Cammie a small smile for sympathy.

"Today, ladies, we'll be exploring the art of knowledge." Mr. Solomon sat on the edge of his desk and every person in the room sat up a little taller, literally and figuratively rising to the challenge.

"Ms. Morrison," he said. "I need to know which female gymnast won the gold medal on floor in the 2004 Olympics."

Mick's eyes widened. So did everyone else's, for that matter. "Umm…"

"Anyone?" Mr. Solomon asked.

People looked around, but nobody had an answer.

"Shannon Miller?" Anna finally guessed.

"No guessed," Mr. Solomon said and stood up. "If you don't know, keep silent. No, it was not Shannon Miller. Shannon Miller competed in the 1992 and 1996 Olympics."

"How does Mr. Solomon know so much about gymnastics?" Bex whispered.

"Because, Ms. Baxter, I am aware. You will take the next question."

Needless to say, no one got their question right. This led to a lecture, which led to everyone feeling inadequate.

"I doubt that even Liz would have gotten any of those," Bex commented as they headed out of the room.

"They were hard," Cammie agreed.

Zach was silent, still inwardly beating himself up for not knowing the answer to his question. Who had won the World Series in 1990? He had no idea. He wasn't a baseball fan. Stupid.

"Run up to the room with me real quick," Bex requested and then glared at Zach. She didn't like guys that led her best friend on. Not that there had been very many of those. "Not you."

"Wasn't planning on coming," Zach retorted and got into the elevator opposite them.

"Why do you need to go up to the room?" Cammie asked.

Bex held up her index finger and looked around to make sure no one else was in the elevator. "Band-Aid. Scratched it on an arrow. Hurts like you can't imagine."

Actually, Cammie could imagine, but she didn't say so. Wounding Bex's pride would not be a very smart idea. So, once they were off the elevator, they headed for the stairs instead of the entrance to the kitchen, from which the Italian language was being spoken.

"Ugh," Bex groaned as they climbed the stairs. "I just realized that I'm going to have to eat left handed!"

Cammie bit back her smile. "Yeah; that sucks."

"Shut up," Bex muttered, knowing that her friend wasn't being serious.

"Shh," Cammie said suddenly and grabbed Bex's arm, pulling her to a stop.

"Wha-"

"Shh," Cammie said again.

From Headmistress Morgan's office came voices. "Cammie still has no idea. I was careful to keep this very secretive."

"More so than Blackthorne?" That was clearly Mr. Solomon's voice.

"Yes," Cammie's mother said. "More so than Blackthorne. This is a huge deal."

"I realize that."

Bex looked at Cammie questioningly, but Cammie shrugged. Her mom was a good spy and she had kept this situation very secret. Whatever it was that Cammie didn't know, Cammie really didn't know.

"Great," Bex muttered. "Another secret."

"Apparently a bigger one than Blackthorne," Cammie said and she and Bex quietly slunk off to find Liz and Macey.