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Cammie POV
Gosh. Sometimes the men in my family can be so amazingly stupid it seriously hurt to know they are related to me. Seriously, how could you forget about FOOD?! That is a question that may never be answered.
Anyway, when I eventually got to the entrance of the Great Hall with Joey and dad at my heals they start yelling things like: "Cammie don't do any thing rash!" and "Cam don't HURT anyone for food!" and "Do you hear me?! Cameron!" I look to them, then to the doors, then to the ceiling ventilation. Both of them look up to where I am smiling at and go bug eyed.
"Don't you even th-" dad starts to say, but its to late. I already jump-kicked it knocking the hatch down and pulling myself up.
My safe heaven. Invisibility.
I can hear Joey curse under his breath as dad opened the hall doors and calls one of the boys to get the others waiting confused outside. I giggle a little.
As I look forward and take in my surroundings I see another opening that leads to the Grand Hall. I stare at it a moment then smirk a little as I get a brilliant idea.
"Oh, this 'ill be fun." I whisper under my breath.
Zach POV
After that little episode, the doors open again and we brace ourselves for Mr. Morgan (A/N you don't know how weird it is to type that) or Mr. Solomon to come out fuming at us.
Nope. False alarm just a senior coming to take us inside.
When we enter the Grand Hall we come to a sight to behold. The teachers are bolting all the doors, a janitor is nailing wood over a couple of windows, and there are fourteen girls standing at the front of the room. Smiling. Or smirking. Either one; or both...
"What. Is. Happening?" I didn't really expect anyone to answer me, but one of the girls did.
Everyone in the hall froze. Except the other girls. Even the teachers stopped. "We are waiting for the best."
I look at her, confused. "What?"
She is a darker skinned girl with caramel hair and a British accent... And Grant's drooling. "I said, 'We are waiting for the best'."
"She means they are waiting for me..." a familiar voice explains. The girls slyly smile at each other and slowly form a circle in the middle of the room with them facing us.
To clear up all the boys confusion a senior asks, "What are you doi-" but he never gets to finish because the tall celling breaks open. A girl summersaults out of the hole and lands in the center of the circle of her companions, they separate and we see her kneeling on one knee with one hand balancing herself and the other on the ground next to her foot.
"Woah." I hear someone say but their breath is taken away when the girl, Cam, stares, beautifully, at them straight in eyes. Oh wait. That someone was me.
Cam stands up saying. "Okay. First : I need something to eat. Second : We need to teach these boys some poker faces." The other girls look up to her. She must, obviously, be the leader. "And finally : We all need to introduce ourselves. I don't want to be living her for 4 months with everyone calling me 'hey you'. "
She spins around to look at Mr. Morgan. "Is any of this a problem daddy?" She smiles sweetly at him as the whole hall gasps. He smiles back, shacking his head. She looks back to Mr. Solomon. "Anything wrong with this?"
He glares at something behind her. "Keep them boys from staring at your backside."
She smirks slightly. "Okay." She swirls around to the junior the was staring at her. "Hi. my names Cam. You?" she holds her had out to shake his. He stands up immediately and grabs her hand. "Jacob H-" Her grip on his hand visibly tightens as she uses her other hand to grab his arm and twists it in the opposite direction of the hand she's holding. The boys face scrunches up in unbearable pain as she twists them apart. "Stop! Stop! You'll break my arm!."
"Don't you ever look at me in any way, or anywhere else besides my face. Do and I will snap your wrist clean off. Understand?" When he doesn't answer right away she turns his hand and arm tighter. "I said, Understand?!"
"Yes! Yes! I understand! Let me go! Please!"
Cam smiles, lets go and looks back to Mr. Solomon. She raises an eyebrow at him. "Thank you." He answers her unasked question.
"Anything for you, Joey." Most of the boys backs away scared. She smiles for what feels like the hundredth time and goes to the line for dinner. All the guys move out of the way. "Thanks."
Cammie POV
Wow. That was even more fun that I thought it would be. Wait till introductions... hehe...
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