Okay, today is Friday so I don't have school tomorrow so I'll hopefully update tomorrow and Sunday and today. Then I have a huge project due Friday. I have to make my own utopia, like what the crap. Phhhhhhh :( :( well hope you guys like this. Oh yeah, and thanks to daniegoodeoxoxo, Polar7plunge, GallagherRoxs123 (again, Heheh :)), wolfegirl , Yelena Herondale, NinjaErinNinjaedYou (again, hehehhe:)), lala45768 for just making my day. Heheh.

"Come on, Ladies. We don't have all day.Blackthorn is a long way from here." I heard Mr. Solomon's voice float into our room. He sounded so close.. but yet again, you'd never know with Mr. Solomon. Speaking of the devil, he walked into our room at the very moment as I was heading out. I bumped right into him, but neither of us budged, because.. we were both trained not to, even when the world ends. I took a step back and tried to get past him, but he wouldn't move. Liz was looking at Mr. Solomon like he was a problem that was fatal to her life if she didn't answer. Macy just had one eyebrow lifted. Bex looked all around the room to find an exit, but the main exit was the door and Mr. Solomon's whole body took up that space. We could always jump out of the window or into the air shaft if it was an emergency.

Mr. Solomon had a little grin on his face as he said, " Well girls, what did I say about your covers. You're supposed to be boys. And by the looks of it you are not three teenage boys that are going to kick some Blackthorn butt."

Macy looked at him quizzically and challengingly as if saying, 'you wouldn't' or 'don't you dare.' They were both very dangerous looks. And without him saying anything he walked out of our room. We assumed that we had to follow him so we did. He led us down to a room in sublevel 2 (or was it 3?). we went in and were faced with a huge closet. It had everything. All the different colors for contacts. And skin colored comms units. Wigs. Bold caps. Clothes. Die. Fake mustaches. Everything. Then I understood, we weren't going to get out of this no matter what. But Bex over here looked so excited that she literally jumped at the clothes. Mr. Solomon ordered us to dress according to our 'personalities.' I supposed I'd have to wear a black dress shirt with a red T-shirt under it. So the dress shirt would be open and everyone had full view of my red shirt. That sounded weird, but if it fooled blackthorn, then screw it. Macy would have to be totally Goth with all the piercings and stuff. She'd have to be really pale so powder would do the job. Bex would wear a leather motorcycle jacket that would show off all her muscles. Liz would dress as a nerd. With dress pants and a dress shirt. She would have a bag that held her laptop at all times.

I would probably cut my hair to a Justin Bieber Bang thing and die it black. So would Macy, or maybe she could die her hair blonde than do this bang thing but it wasn't the Justin Bieber Thing. On the very right of her forehead it would be short than as it got to the middle, it would get longer than, getting to the left side it would get shorter. It sounds weird but looks good; especially with the Goth outfit. Bex Would probably cut her hair to right above her shoulder and die it Brown, like Thor. Liz, oh little Liz would have the normal boy hair cut. A buzz cut maybe, yeah, a buzz cut. So we got to work and helped each other when needed. After we finished, we couldn't even recognize each other.

"Woah." Was all I could muster, but then I remembered my cover and said, "Woah." In a really deep voice. Mr. Solomon nodded approvingly. Then Bex tried and I oculd have swore to you that she was NOT Bex! Macy nodded and said, "Hey" in a deep but quiet voice. We all turned to Liz and she just shrunk back into her dress shirt and pants. "Greeting?" she asked in an also deep voice. We all laughed in deep voices when we noticed that Mr. Solomon was nowhere in sight. We scanned the room, and when we turned back around, we saw Mr. Solomon with 3 big suitcases. When I looked at it, I immediately knew what it was. Our boyish wardrobes. This was going to be a long…. How long were we going to stay there. Then I hear Mr. Solomon say, "you will be there for the rest of the term." That's when I noticed that I had asked the question out loud. Oops! Oh well. So it was going to be a long nine weeks. Ugh. We took our bags, but didn't have time to look in it because Mr. Solomon ushered us out the door and into the cafeteria. As we entered, all my sisters turned to stare at us in surprise, confusion, and…. Adoration? We went and sat down in our usual spot. It seemed to me that Tina was the first to notice that it was actually us. "Cammie, Bex, Liz? Ph, Macey?" she said with humur written all over her face. "Yo." Bex said in a rather deep voice. Tina didn't get to reply because right then, my mom decided to show up. "Wow, girls. You guys are natural artists." She said with an astonished expression on her face. We wouldv'e beemed at the compliment, but our covers would've smirked and went back to their food; and that's what we did.

After breakfast, professor Buckingham ushered us to the front field, where a helicopter was waiting. I was starting to wonder if the teachers ushering us would become a habit, because I personally hated being rushed. So as I was about to step on the plane, I looked back and thought, ' Goodbye, Gallagher Girls; and Hello, Blackthorn Boys.' Bex just voiced what I was thinking, with a few whoops from me and the girls. Wow, can this get any better?