Sadie POV

I knew this semester would be even more interesting when I looked out my dorm window to see a helicopter landed on the lawn.

"Uh… Dianna? Eraka? Is that normal?"

"Nope. Have any ideas?" Eraka said as she and Dianna exchanged a look. Dianna thought for a moment, pulling back her short, curly black hair.

"Exchange students? Guest speaker? I dunno," dropping her bottle of hairspray, Dianna started for the door. "Let's find out."


"Good morning, ladies. Hopefully, you noticed the helicopter outside," Aunt Rachel paused, smiling. "Today is a very exciting day in Gallagher history. Please help me to welcome our guests for this semester, representatives from Blackthorn Institute," with a flourish of her hand, the doors at the back of the hall opened and in processed a group of several guys in dark pants and white tees.

"Wow…"Izadora muttered, and she wasn't the only one. Throughout the hall, girls began whispering to each other.

"Hello, ladies!" a man, obviously their leader, took the microphone from my aunt. "I am Dr. Steve, and these," he made a wide arch with his arm, gesturing to the guys, "are my students, whom I'm quite sure you'll meet over the course of this semester. Now, we're making history, you know. Blackthorn and Gallagher have never done anything like this before-" a bell rang, signaling for us to head to class, but no one but the boys, Izadora, and I so much as shifted in their seats- oh, the wonders Madam Dabney works. "Well, I wouldn't want to make you late to class, now would I? Off you all go."

"Saved by the bell," muttered Eraka. "He was about to launch into a monologue about something- most likely the history of the schools and their most famous graduates."

"At least he's done now."

"'Escuse me," one of the Blackthorn boys walked up. "Could you point us in the direction of Mr. Mosckowitz's class?"

"Sure," I said, heading for the door, bag thumping against my side. "If you can keep up."