Oh. My. Finnicking. Goode. (yes, I am a tribute - DEAL WITH IT!)

I got 15 reviews, in less than 24 hours (and one while I was updating!). Guys, I am proud... And really surprised... Y'all really want me to update soon, don'tcha?

Oh well, I think I have done enough babbling. I'll see y'all at the bottom line with a lil' update on how life's going for me and why it's pertinent to this!

After the nurse put a cast and gave me some painkillers, she asked me if I wanted crutches or a wheelchair. I told her I would prefer the crutches, and she handed me some. I was back on my feet ASAP when this bimbo priss comes up to me, talking about some stuff.

"Oh my gosh, Vicky! Can you believe that they let a delinquent in here? I hear she was arrested twice for murder and once for I think it was drug use or something! I mean, really? They are letting a criminal walk around Gallagher?!" That set me off.

"Listen here, bitch. I am not my sister. My name is Cameron. Not Victoria, the little miss priss perfect. What's it to you if I was arrested or if I killed someone or if I used drugs or whatever it is you are telling the world I did? You know nothing about me. You have no idea what kind of a person I am or not, so stop being a moron and ask me before spreading some crappy story you made up!" She was stunned and walked away with a 'humph'. When she saw Ice was walking over to me, she started throwing herself at him, and I laughed. Hard. Then he told her off, because I know my best friend, and he does not do bimbos.

"You okay then?" he asked me. I nodded a 'yes'. "So let's go, I think your birthgiver still wants to talk to you. I know it sucks, but hey! At least I'm here to help you out, right? And we could always bust out of this place then make our way back to LA. It's not like we never ditched and all that crap anyways," he said offhandedly. I snorted... We would always ditch school back in LA. "C'mon, Fire." I had no choice but to comply and follow him to the one place I did not want to be. The headmistress' office.

Twenty minutes later, I sat in a chair, tied up and handcuffed, while my mother injected something in my arm. She waited a few minutes and asked me the same things she asked me before, but in a nicer way.

"Cammie, sweetheart. Why did you have a gun and a bloody pocketknife in your pocket when you came here?" I told her the truth. But I didn't mean to. Creepy.

"I figured that if I got into a fight I might as well live up my Los Angeles street cred and fight. It seemed like a good idea at the time." She seemed a bit taken aback by my answer but continued nonetheless.

"Why did you have the keys to the Ducati Joe, Abby and I bought for you for your birthday in your pocket and what was it doing in the school garage?" I sighed.

"Uncle Joe gave it to me so I could come here myself, because he said he had something to do, and I put it in the garage so that I could break in here without some random person stealing it." She smiled a bit and asked me one more question.

"Okay, now this is the big question: how did you break in here, exactly?" I snorted at her.

"Mother, this place has less security than most juvenile halls and jails in LA. It was easy: I just climbed the wall steering clear of the motion sensors I saw imbeded in it and jumped on top of the cameras, since they didn't tilt upwards, so I wouldn't get caught. After that I jumped from the cameras to the floor, and that is how I broke my ankle. Then I just jumped in your window, took a look at your office and took a nap. I guess you know the rest." She looked surprised at my comment about the security of this school. When I mentioned my plan she was shocked.

"Now can I ask you some things? First, why am I here? Second, why did you dump me on Abby after I went to the reformatory when I was seven? Third, why didn't you or Vicky ever try to talk to me during these nine years? Fourth, where will I go? I mean, I have nowhere else to go. You hate me, Vicky is in school, Joe is an agent like Abby so neither of them actually can take care of me, and sure as hell you won't put me here." She took a deep breath.

"Cammie, you are here because the Director of the CIA told me you were in jail and Joe made me bring you here. I didn't dump you on my sister, it's just that, you blamed me when your father died and you seemed happier with her, so I thought you would like to live with her. Neither me nor your sister contacted you because we weren't sure how you would react, because you are as impredictable as Matthew was, and to be honest, it seemed like you never got along with your sister and me, and I am still more than willing to bet that that didn't change. And you are going to go here. You are going to study here and live here. I don't hate you, I just was so mad at myself for making you hate me and I guess I just stopped talking to you. I guess it made you think I stopped caring. But I never did, and never will. And how do you know about Joe?" I was shocked at her speech. She doesn't hate me? That's news. After she asked me about Joey, I smirked and answered her.

"He used to babysit when I was little and Abby was busy sometimes, and when neither he nor Abby could, she would call a babysitter. When I asked why, they both told me."

After I said that, she came up and hugged me, telling me I would have to take a test to see how much I know and all, this should be fun. I knew that this would be unlike every other test I have taken because if I purposely answer every question wrong (like I did at school, even though I knew all the answers and have an IQ of 154 – Abby had me tested two years ago to see if I was retarded because of my lovely GPA of 0.0) I would be tested again and it hurts my pride when people think I am dumb because of my GPA.

But I thought that I might as well go through with it, like every other test I have ever taken. I am going to flunk it. Mom untied and uncuffed me, then injected another thing in my arm, saying it was the antidote to the thing she gave me earlier.

"Are you comming or are you just going to stay there until you realise how hungry you are? It's lunch now, let's go, Cammie", she told me. I stood, grabbed my crutches with expertise (let's just say it's not the first time I have broken my ankle...) and made my way towards the place I knew to be the cafeteria or whatever these stuck up bitches call it.

When I walked in, everyone was staring at me, even some of the teachers. I hated the attention, but I might as well have some fun with this, right?

"Take a picture, it'll last longer! Gee, Vicky, you never told me your prissy friends like to stare at girls! I mean, you'd think that at least some of these chicks are straight, right? Hey, Ice, where the heck are you, buddy? I think I should stick to the familiar people, not to mention I'm not here to make friends. And by the way, where's the bimbo priss that was spreading rumors about me?" I asked no one in particular, and began scanning through the room to find her. "Oh, there you are! Listen up, you little hoe. I've been arrested once, I've been to juvie and reformatories many times, I've been sent to juvie for almost murder in a knife fight and I was unarmed and I have never done drugs. I'm not some delinquent you can talk down to, nor am I a criminal who you can think you are above of. The next time I hear you say anything resembling a rumor about me, I will stab you so you can die a slow and painful death, clear?", I said, finishing my rant and walking (well, limping, really) towards a table that was empty, save for my best friend.

I reached his table soon enough and sat down next to him.

"So, Ice... How's life here in Prisstown?" I asked him, hoping to get off the subject of me being arrested. I mean, seriously, I hadn't even been here for a whole day and I was already as popular as I could get in this hellhole! Seeing as he laughed, and everyone else seemed very offended, it worked. I even heard some old French lady mutter something about not being polite. Woah, who knew my hearing was this good?

"Oh, it's just dandy! Considerably harder to ditch, but it's nothing we haven't done before... I'm guessing you start classes tomorrow, right? I can take the afternoon off today to keep you company if you want," he offered. I smiled in gratefulness, and was about to give him my reply, but I got cut off by another voice speaking.

"Actually, Mr. Jullien, I believe you have classes to attend to? And Ms. Morgan, after breakfast, follow me," my godfather, who I guess I would have to call Mr. Solomon now, instructed. I rolled my eyes but stood up and followed him anyways.

Okay, so I told y'all I'd explain a bit about how life's going, right? Well, here's the thing: my parents are considering having a sleep study done on me, because they aren't sure whether I have insomnia (which I was diagnosed with I don't know how many months ago) or narcolepsia. So, I won't be able to update soon, because my parents will be all up on my grill to sleep more and stuff. On the bright side, I totally maxed out my IOWA tests! I got 100% on all 4 categories (which I forgot which they are), and apparently, even the students from the grade above (A.K.A. the sophomores, or grade 10 for all the British/foreign readers - like me! I'm from Brazil!) didn't get all 100%, and my results were, apparently, as if a COLLEGE STUDENT took the test for me. I. Am. Proud.

So, time to reply my dear 15 reviews!

XxCandyygirlxX: First things first. I love your pen name. It reminds me of Nightlife (a Green Day song from ¡Dos! - there's a part that is 'My favorite color is candy apple, girl') Like one of my idols said, "It doesn't matter when you join the party, I'm just glad you did." (Mike Dirnt, base player and backing vocals for Green Day - he's turning 41 tomorrow!) So, you want to know how Ice looks like? There is a reason I didn't describe him, and it's pretty simple, you see: it's the magic of reading. You get to create a character in your head. For instance, everyone has a different image of Cammie in their heads, because that's how they imagined her. So Ice looks however you think a 18-year-old male delinquent looks like. I love it that you're loving rebel Cammie, but hey! I had to, right? It's in the title! : ) I hope you like the chapter!

alilrose: Thanks! And what would you do if I told you that, as much as you love reading her as a rebel, I love writing her like that even more? Because with her, the sky isn't the limit. As Buzz Lightyear said, "To infinity and beyond." That's as far as I'll take it, so I bet you'll crack up, then! I hope you laugh through this chappie, then!

I am Me Till the Very End: I'm glad this is awesome, then... I think... Enjoy the reading!

zammie4ever (Guest): I'M SO GLAD. BUT WHY ARE WE ALL USING CAPS? I HOPE YOU HAD FUN READING THIS AND LOVE IT TOO!

coldblood (Guest): Can I just say, I love your (guest) pen name? Seriously. It's awesome. I'm just not stealing it because it's yours, not mine. You love badass Cammie? Well, I think badass Cammie would love you (if she knew that you thought like that)! Enjoy the chapter!

mnash123: Sweetie, Cammie herself is awesome. Of course awesome things happen to awesome people. It's a logic of life. That's why nothing awesome ever happens to me! I'll make sure to keep it up, then! I hope you love love love this chapter too!

Kitty-Kat: I'm really happy that you think it is awesome! And even happier that you like my rebellious Cammie! So I hope this chapter makes you as happy as I got when I read your review (which was a lot!)!

LoudNProud125: Okay, I already answered you via PM, and it's really demotivating to have to write it all again, because, believe it or not, I am VERY lazy. So, you know what I was going to say, right? Enjoy the chapter, THEN you have my permission to review it!

Krazykid500: Tell you what, I updated mine two days in a row now, so now it's your turn. Go. Update. Like, NOW. Or else I won't update in a semester! Call it blackmail, call it what you will, but if it works, it's Goode enough for me!

Guest: Well, thanks for that? I mean, I don't know how to react to what you told me. You told me that my telling of a badass isn't stereotypical and what people usually do, but you didn't tell me why... I'm glad it isn't boring, and I seriously mean it, but want to try and explain why? Enlighten me.

Cheese (Guest): LOL, I love your name! It reminds me of a song Tré Cool (drummer from Green Day, his real name is Frank Edwin Wright III) wrote, "Like A Rat Does Cheese". It's funny, so look it up on YouTube! I am glad it's different, I hate being common! And I'm overjoyed that it's your favorite! I hope you like the chapter!

Lightning Lily: Yes, yes it does count as one of the ten. Well, you'd think she would be a badass, considering the title, right? Oh, so you never had been mentioned in a story before? Keep on reviewing and you'll get used to it!

ViolinistOfTheNight: Sweetie, I just did. And check your inbox, I just replied you. Creepy? I know.

GallagherGirlXOX: Well, to answer your first question, reread the 1st chapter. And that will come later (why he's at Gallagher)... And Abby said that to pretend as if everything were normal, so that Cams wouldn't suspect anything... He he... I like being cryptic... I get why Zachy does that now, it's SO FUN!

MigiLove2143: LOL, you reviewed while I was updating, so I had to go back and fix the number... It was funny, but thanks! I liked it... Actually, I didn't really have a big part of the plot planned out yet, so thanks for that, I am going to do that... Sort of... Aw, my story is the best? *blushes* Aw, shucks, darlin'!

I promised an update today if I got at least ten, and I got 150% of the goal, so there it was. I l∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ve y'all bunches!

Over and out
~JOZL