The next day, I went to breakfast, book tucked in my hand. For once, I didn't trust any of my friends and I really didn't want them stooping around in my business.
"Cameron," Bex sniffed. It was obvious she was very angry at me. Granted, I HAD been really mean to them. If only they knew. Macey gave me this cold look that said, You are beneath me and therefore I am NOT talking to you.
I felt sick to my stomach. What was happening here? My very best friends were TURNING on me! All because I had been a tiny bit rude and I didn't let them see my mom's private journal. Liz looked at me and she looked... SAD. As if I had amounted to nothing in this world. What were they talking about!?
All of a sudden, Mr. Solomon called for attention. All of us turned over to him.
"Hello," Mr. Solomon. "Because of certain...events that have happened recently, we have called back Agent Abigail Cameron to help out at the school."
All our heads turned to the huge double doors and saw none other than Aunt Abby walking through them. It was like deja vu, except last time she was protecting Macey. Now she was protecting all of us.
"In light of these events, NONE of you are able to exit campus, excluding the designated hours on the weekends. If you are going anywhere where there is not an instructor, PLEASE inform us. And if we find that you have broken any of those rules, you WILL be expelled, effective IMMEDIATELY." I could have sworn Mr. Solomon looked at ME then. What was I going to do? Go after my mom? One, I had no clue where she WAS. Two, I didn't want to be out in a dangerous world where people were trying to KILL me and three, I was too tired and worn out to EVER do ANYTHING again.
"Thank you," Mr. Solomon said. "You may now go back to... your deeds." He stepped off the platform.
Bex looked at me and smiled. It wasn't a very NICE smile, granted, but it was a smile. "I guess your aunt is back for Round Two."