Clique Plus Gallagher Equals Trouble Chapter 4
Kristen's POV
I walk into the mansion, already missing my friends and my mom, dragging my duffels with me and with my new custom laptop case-embossed with my initials, as a goodbye gift from the girls-hanging off my
shoulder. All around me, girls are squealing and hugging like they haven't seen each other in forever. A man with a large nose walked towards me. "Hello, you must be Kristen." "Yes," I respond. "Nice to meet you. I
am Mr. Smith, the world studies teacher here. I have been asked to show you to your room." "Nice to meet you Mr. Smith." He motioned for me to follow him, and we walked upstairs and he opened the door to a suite
a large as Massie's, with four beds, four closets, 2 desks with rolling chairs, and a light and fan in the center. 3 girls were unpacking their things, "Hello girls, I trust you had a pleasant break. This is Kristen Gregory,
your new roommate. Please help her feel welcome." And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone with them. One of the girls, with wavy strawberry blonde hair, and freckles, walked up to me. "Hi, I'm
Penelope Cleaks. You're a freshman, right?" "Yeah." "I hope you like it here." She pointed to a girl with curly black hair to her shoulders, and one with a light brown bob, "This is Hilary Whit and Jill Marim." They both
waved at me. Hilary turned towards me, "So where are you from?" "Westchester, New York. What about you guys?" "I'm from Travis City, Michigan, Jill's from Seattle, and Penelope's from the suburbs of Chicago."
"Cool. I guess I should start unpacking." "Jill pointed to the bed in the furthest corner, the only one with out sheets on it, and the closet closest to it, that's your bed and closet." " 'Kay. Thanks." I walk over and begin
to unpack my clothes. Just then, somebody knocks on the door, and a female voice asks, "Girls, may I come in?" Jill calls back, "Yes." An old woman opens the door. "Penelope Cleaks, Hilary Whit, Jill Marim, and
Kristen Gregory, Headmistress Morgan requests your presence in her office." My roommates start to walk out the door, looking like they're trying hard not to smile. The older woman introduces herself to me,
"Professor Buckingham, I show the seventh graders around and help them during their first year here." "Nice to meet you." "Follow me." She walks off, and I do as she says and walk behind her.
Cammie's POV
Kristen's roommates walk in, and settle down on the couch across from the one Bex, Macey, Liz, and I are sitting on. My mom is sitting poised behind her desk in her chair, and Mr. Solomon is leaning against the chair
by the bookcase. Kristen and Professor Buckingham walk in. Professor Buckingham shuts the door behind her. My mom stands up, "Hello again Kristen. Just to refresh your memory, this is my daughter Cameron and
her friend Rebecca Baxter, they gave you the tour, and their roommates Elizabeth Sutton and Macey McHenry." Kristen's eyes go wide as she takes in the fact that she's going to the same school as the Macey
McHenry. Mr. Solomon stands up and reaches out his hand, "Mr. Solomon." She shakes it. My mom starts speaking again, "Please sit down Kristen, there are some things about the school we didn't tell you during the
tour." She plops down next to her roommates. Despite 2 full years of training, they're having trouble keeping their cool. Professor Buckingham stands up and leans against the door, blocking it, and turns her head
towards the couch. "Now Kristen, after hearing what we are about to tell you, you may chooses to not attend our school, but you will not remember the information you are about to learn. If you choose to stay here,
you must not share what you are about to learn with anyone, ever. If you do, the consequences will be dire." Kristen gulps, she looks scared. My mom walks around to the front of her desk and leans against it, "Do
you understand Kristen?" She nods. 'Good. You see Gallagher Academy is not a school for amazing young women. Well, it is. But more than that, it is a school for spies." She snorts, "Spies, yeah right. There is no
such thing as spies." "Spies are real Kristen, very real. And the best female spies ever come from this very school." She still looks incredulous. My mom types in a code on her laptop and scans her finger, and her
office transforms back to its usual state. Kristen glares accusingly, "How do 'I know this isn't a trick." Bex smiles innocently, "If it really was just a prank, why would the headmistress and teachers be a part of it?" "I
don't know." "Mom, it seems like Kristen still doesn't believe us. Perhaps she would if she saw Bex and I give a little performance in the P&E barn?" My mom nods, "Come on." We all trek out to the barn. Bex and I
walk to the mats and start sparring. We use every move we can think of. By the end, we're barely breaking a sweat. Macey cocks her head, "So, Kristen, believe us now?" She nods, shock and amazement on her face,
"Yeah."