Yay! New chapter! And here. We. Go. :D

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"Miss Morgan!" I heard a voice say sharply. Just their very voice hurt my head, and I began to realize I had a very nasty headache. I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Solomon glaring at me. (Trust me, it was so not romantic.)

"Miss Morgan, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from passing out while in my class," Mr. Solomon stated. Oh boy, I can totally feel the concern for my well-fare. Roughly, Mr. Solomon helped me up into my cold desk, then he walked over to his desk and quieted my class. Macey and Bex looked over at me and mouthed 'are you okay?'. I signed back, 'I have a headache, but I'm fine.' (That's one thing they don't tell you: the Gallagher Academy teaches sign language - in the seventh grade, mind you - as well.) Mr. Solomon finally took control of class, and then he began speaking. He had every girl's attention as he talked.

"This has already been agreed to with the RISD, or the Roseville Independent School District. Monday will be your first day at school. Your class has the rest of this day off to spend in Roseville in preparation for Monday. You will each be given $150 to buy whatever you deem necessary for the next two weeks of your life." His announcement was greeted by cheers, whoops, and hollers. I just sank further back into my seat.

Two weeks of education at Roseville High School? Not even Bex's roundhouse kick seemed scarier.

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"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!!!!!" Liz squealed. "Y'all are going to be spending your next to weeks at Roseville High School?!" Macey nodded. Liz continued, "As in where Josh Abrams goes to school? In YOUR grade?" I groaned. Loudly. And buried my head in my pillow. Apparently that must have gotten my roommate's attention, because Bex walked over to me, sat on my bed, and tried to comfort me.

"Relax, it's only going to be two weeks. And maybe Liz could hack into RHS's computer system - I bet they're running with Macintosh, and Macs are sooo easy to crack - and she could set you up with a schedule so that you don't have any classes with Josh or lunch period and stuff." That was actually a brilliant idea!

"You would?" I asked, poking my head out of my pillow. Liz replied, "Sure. Like Bex said, it's gonna be reeeaaallly easy." She smiled. I did too. "You guys are the best!" Then Macey spoke. "Yea, and considering the fact that we've already got our clothes for these next two weeks, all that's left is to get dresses." I smiled until I heard that last part.

"Dresses?!" I was surprised to hear Liz and Bex's voices joining my own. Macey totally knew something we didn't. And she told us, "Yea. Liz, what's the date today?" Liz replied, "January 30th, why?" Macey just smiled. "Think about it." Unfortunatlely, I did.

"No. No way. Not happening. You've got to be kidding me!" I couldn't process my thoughts. Meanwhile, Bex and Liz couldn't seem to get it. "What?!" Liz asked. Bex looked at me, obviously curious and demanding to know what. Macey just smiled devilishly. It was a tad bit freaky.

"Guys, our last day of school is going to be Friday. The thirteenth. Of February." Just. Great.

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I knocked on the door loudly, then just stomped right in. The smell of burnt chili greeted my nose, and I wanted to gag. I don't even LIKE chili! But I needed to talk to my mom/headmistress.

"Yes, I know you don't like chili, dear, but Joe does." Joe? Joe.. ohmygosh, Joe SOLOMON?! "Um, Mom... why is that important?"

"Because Joe will be joining us for dinner tonight, Cammie." No. NO. This was MY time with MY mom, the only time of the week when I have my mom all to myself! And now some hot teacher is going to steal that from me? I don't think so.

"MOM!" I yelled. Without even looking at me, she seemed to know what I was going to say next.

"Honey, relax. He's just going to be joining us for dinner because we have some extra work to go over. He's not taking your place."

"But I needed to talk to you! About school!" Did she care? I mean, hello, she just approved what's probably going to be the most emotionally hard assignment of my LIFE!

"Then talk, Cammie. Because Mr. Solomon will be here in three minutes and forty-two seconds." Creepy how spies can do that. Especially when said spy is your mom. Anyways, I had to talk. Fast.

"Mom, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU THINKING?! You're sending me - us - to PUBLIC SCHOOL, where my EX-BOYFRIEND goes to school! Over Valentine's Day season! And they're going to have their school dance on our last day of school there! And, and... And this is going to be over my birthday!" (A/N: Ally Carter said Cammie's b-day is going to be in January/February and she hasn't decided yet, so Cammie's birthday is going to be February 8th.)

"Sweetie, you may not like this, but this will be good for you in the long run. You need interaction with normal teens, and this will bring closure between you and Josh. Anna also needs to resolve some issues of her own."

"How do you know about Anna?"

"Sweetie, I know about practically everything that happens here or involves my students. Anna Fetterman included." At that point, Joe Solomon walked in. I could tell that he had purposefully gotten 'fancied up' for this dinner. I wondered if he was viewing it as a date. I wanted to puke again.

"Rachel. Cameron," he said with a nod to each of us, "how are you?" He walked over to my mom, and greeted her... with two kisses on the cheek. Ew. You know what's worse? Mom didn't seem to mind. After Mom served the food, Solomon and Mom just went all talkative on me. I just picked at my food (which seriously did not look - or smell - appealing).

"Mom, may I be excused?" I asked. Without even glancing at me, Mom just replied yes. So I left. As I walked out of the Hall of History, the only sound I could hear was that of my teacher and mother, laughing.

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I know, this is a short chappy, but my next chapter should be longer. Because Cammie's going to go to school! ;D

Reviews for my New Year's resolutions of this story would be apreciated. :D

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