Chapter 2:
Cammie POV-
Bex, Macey, Liz and I were currently in our dorm room, having an in-depth conversation about nothing in particular, when my mom knocked on the door, slowly pushing it open.
Well, that's unusual.
"Hey, girls," she grinned cheerfully, acting much more like my mom than like our headmistress, alright, something was definitely up. This did not go unnoticed by my other roommates either.
"What's up?" Bex spoke up, arching one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows.
"Well," my mom started, here it comes, "A new student named Samantha Manson is coming on Sunday and I would like you girls to show her around and make her feel welcome."
This wouldn't have been so out of the ordinary, because we were used to showing the younger students around, however, the fact that she came to our room (instead of calling us to her office), let us know that there was something else.
"And?" I prodded,
"Yeah, what's so special about her?" Macey demanded.
"Well, for one thing, she is seventeen," my mom told us. This momentarily shocked us, practically nobody, with the exception of Macey, started going to this school after seventh grade (and the only reason Macey was allowed was because she is a descendent of Gillian Gallagher.
My mom seemed to sense our confusion, "As it turns out, after a little digging, we discovered that Miss Manson is also a descendant of Gillian Gallagher." Macey seemed stunned, almost taken aback.
"Really?" she asked. My mom nodded.
"Yes, Miss Manson is related to Gillian but we had not initially discovered this because there was a divorce in Gillian's family several decades back and Miss Manson was on one side, while, Macey, you were on the other side," my mother explained. Macey nodded slowly, taking in the information. When my mom realized that we were not going to ask anymore questions, she stood up, with the usual composure and albeit stiff grace of a headmistress and left our room silently.
Not thirty seconds later, Liz was already hacking on her laptop.
"Got it," she announced cheerily. We all gathered around the small computer screen, "Samantha Manson, from Amity Park, Illinois. Hmm, according to her school records, she gets relatively good grades, but hates authority. Here look at this," Liz said pulling up a picture of Samantha along with two other guys.
"Well," Bex added, "She's obviously a Goth, and it says here that she calls herself an…ultra-recyclo vegetarian. What the heck is that?"
"It means she doesn't eat anything with a face on it," Liz answered, "Hey, check this out! Where she's from, Amity Park, is the most haunted place in the country. They even have their own ghost hero, Danny Phantom."
Bex and Macey scoffed at the same time, "Ghosts don't exist."
"Well," Liz said, I could already tell that she was analyzing, "A large percentage of people believe that a 'ghost' is a visual manifestation of a deceased person or animal that appears in the real world as a result of not being able to 'cross over'. There's even a whole section of the FBI dedicated to ghosts, they call themselves the Guys in White. Now I don't necessarily believe in the paranormal either, but from a scientific standpoint, I am open to the possibility."
Bex and Macey rolled their eyes. I on the other hand was not quite ready to weigh my opinion. I have spent more time in this mansion than anyone (except for Gilly herself, obviously) and, when it's empty, and no one is around, some pretty weird stuff goes on here.
"Hmm," Macey mused, "I wonder what she did for her parents to want to send her here, I mean that's what, like 800 miles away? It must have been pretty bad."
"Whatever it was, he parents don't want anyone to know about it. It says here that they are some of the most wealthy people in Amity Park, maybe they didn't want their reputations to be tarnished by their daughter," I considered.
"I don't know, but doesn't it just scream, 'my daughter is a brat' when you send her to boarding school at the age of seventeen?" Bex questioned, "If they really didn't want people to know about their family problems, they would have kept her at home and made it seem like nothing happened."
I looked at the clock in the corner of Liz's computer screen.
12:01, which meant that it was now Saturday.
"Well," I shrugged, "I guess we'll just have to ask her tomorrow." We all departed from the computer and crawled into our respective beds to fall asleep.