Hey, sorry about the wait. I know it's been forever since I last updated and I feel super bad about that. I've been on vacation for the past week and my parents and my brother and sister wouldn't let me borrow their laptops. Not that I was expecting them too, it's kinda silly to ask to borrow them for that. Anyways, thank you so so so so much to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter, we were so close to hitting my goal! Seeing all those reviews from you guys when I got back seriously made my day! You guys are all the best! Any who, without further adieu, here's the chapter! Enjoy!
There's nowhere left to go. Nowhere, to run, no one to con, nothing left for the four of us to investigate. Yet we can't go home. Being found is no longer an option for us fugitives. That door closed the day we hacked the CIA. The day we searched Grandpa Joe's house. We committed a felony, treason, and most likely lost our only ally. If we're found, we won't be given a stern talking to and returned to our nice cozy beds, we'll be sent away to rot in CIA prison with Grandma Goode despite our age.
So we run. We run to the place where we're wanted the least. The home, the life that we were denied. A place devoted to stopping the bad guys, protecting civilians and keeping them from knowing the truth, from doing what Tara, Lexi, Casey and I did. The place run by my own grandmother. The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. After all, the best place to hide is in plane sight. Is it risky? Yep. Is it stupid? Incredibly so. Does that make it all the more appealing to us? HELL TO THE YEA!
For the Gallagher Academy, school starts today. The students show up today. It gets infiltrated by four almost students today. But the thing is, we really have no plan. I mean, obviously we're not gonna waltz right in there, but besides that one fact that we know, nothing. I remember my mom telling me about how the Gallagher Academy has always been crawling with secret passage ways. If you know the right ones, you could get to any part of the mansion in a few seconds flat. There were a lot of pretty impressive passage ways she told me about, but one in particular sticks out in my memory. I remember her telling me about a passage she used to sneak out and night and visit her boyfriend. If she can sneak out through that, there should be no reason we can't sneak in the same way. Our best bet is to find that passage, and if we can't... well, we'll think of something.
"Are you guys sure about this?" Casey asks as we walk out of Roseville towards the Gallagher Academy.
"Is Matt a dork?" I ask in response. Casey shrugs.
"Not really," Lexi replies.
"Yea, I for one think he's kinda hot," Taralls me. Lexi nods in agreement. I gag.
"You two have officially ruined the word hot for me," I tell them in disgust. They sigh dreamily thinking about my older brother. Ew. Remind me again why I'm friends with these people. We start to walk towards the long brick wall encircling the school. I approach it and start walking along it, running my hand across the surface and knocking occasionally as I go. We walk around the perimeter fpr about twenty minutes.
"This is hopeless!" Lexi groans.
"Well, I don't suppose you have a better idea," I say. She grins mischeviously.
"In fact, I do have a pretty good one," She says. She tells us her plan and waits for our feedback. I'm the first to speak up.
"That's a terrible plan."
"But it seems to be the only one we've got, so let's go!" Tara replies. We walk towards the long line of limousenes leading to the Gallagher Academy. "Are you guys ready?" I sigh.
"As ready as I'll ever be." My friends shrug and we prepare ourselves to begin this awful plan. A limo pulls up and girls pile out of it. We step up to it, open the door, and crawl through it as if we're students. Nobody questions it. Without speaking to anyone, we rush into the school and search for the school office. We turn the corner and the office is right down the hall when I ram into someone. I stumble back and look up at the person. Oh god. Grandma Rachel. I may be wearing a blonde wig and blue colored contacts, but she's my grandma for Pete's sake! She'll know it's me I just know it!
"Oh, careful ladies," She says, smiling at us. She walks past as if it's the most normal thing in the world. She didn't recognize me. I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed.
"Let's go," Casey urges us. We rush forwards and creep through the door. "We probably only have a few minutes until she gets back so we'll have to do this quickly. If I were a chart of students and their room assignments, where would I hide?"
"Filing cabinet?" I offer. She nods and searches through the cabinet.
"Found it," She tells us. Her eyes scan the multiple pages and stop at about the third page. "Hello there," We look at her curiously.
"What is it?" Tara asks. Casey smirks.
"Oh, nothing" She replies suspiciously.
"Whatever, are there any empty rooms?" I ask.
"There's about a dozen, but I think you'll like room 385. Especially you Mikkie," She hints. I roll my eyes.
"Whatever, let's just go." I say. We walk out of the room and start walking to the room. We get there and set down our backpacks. "Okay, Lexi, what happens next in your wonderful plan that will totally get us caught and sent to prison?" She rolls her eyes at me.
"We put on the uniforms we, ahem, borrowed, and go to the welcome dinner. We blend in and make sure they believe that we're students. That way we can take some of the classes and learn a little more about our moms. Easy peasy lemon squeezy," She explains. I raise my eyebrows, but she just shrugs. "It's worth a shot isn't it. We're already here. might as well try it." We all shrug and change into our, ahem, borrowed uniforms. For school uniforms, they're pretty cute. A lot better than our old ones. We check our disguises, fix eyeliner-freckles and readjust wigs and then head downstairs to the Grand Hall thing-a-ma-jigger for dinner. We sit down awkwardly at the table of chattering 7th grade girls. One red-headed girl turns to us and starts talking to us.
"Hi! I'm Becky Cater," Cater, Cater, where have I heard that name before? Lexi mouths 'Tina Walter's daughter' Oh yea! I remember meeting my mom's friend Tina Walters from school!
"Hi, I'm Theresa Paisley," I reply. "These are my friends Cassidy and Elizabeth Marx," I say gesturing to Lexi and Tara who are disguised as identical twins, "And Jennifer Monroe." She grins and we all grin back.
"Nice to meet you. Did your moms go here?" She asks. We shake our heads instinctively.
"No. Jennifer's parents are normal, and our dads all went to a boy's school, but our moms are all normal." I explain.
"Cool. It's kinda weird coming here and meeting the kids of all the people my mom told me about. I'm kinda surprised. There were four girls she talked a lot about that went here who are pretty high up in the CIA, I was expecting their daughters to go here, but they don't"
"Really? What were their names?" Tara asks.
"Um, I'm not really sure. Something like Madison, Kara, Alex, and Lacey maybe," SHe says.
"You mean Mikayla, Tara, Lexi and Casey?" Casey guesses.
"THat was it! How'd you know?"
"Our dads know theirs." Lexi explains immediately. She nods understandingly. Suddenly, the room goes queit. I see Grandma Rachel standing at a podium at the front of the room.
"Welcome back ladies. I hope you've all had nice summers," A wave of murmurs spreads throughout the room, but then it goes silent again. "We've got a lot in store for all of you. A few changes have been made to the curriculum from last year, but only one major one. We're trying something we did about twenty years ago. It was successful then and we're hoping it will be this year too." The doors to the hall swing open. Forks drop, mouths gape, whispers and giggles are heard all around. "Ladies, let's give a warm welcome to the gentlemen of the Blackthorne Institute!" There is a new species of silence in the room. Everyone stares at the hot young men striding through the center of the room. But one in particular catches my attention. A familiar, smirking, black-haired boy with cool blue eyes. A boy with a fading black eye and a steadily disappearing message on his forehead that reads 'Lexi's fist was here.' Ooooooh, shit fuck.
So, what'd you think. Those girls just can't shake that kid off their tails, can they? But will he recognize them? Anyways, I hope you all liked it, it wasn't my best chapter since I was kinda in a rush to put this chapter up. When you get the chance, I would love for people to reply to the poll I put up. I really want peoples opinions about it, so please do it will make my century! So, please reply to it and pretty pretty pretty please review this chapter! Peace out peeps!