A/N: Okay, I guess unless you had this story on your story alert list, it would have completely left your mind that it exists. And I don't blame you. For the past few months I have gotten settled into the high school life, and my only main reason for not updating is because of the time I've had to put into homework, dance, cheerleading, and piano. So I'm sorry you haven't seen an update from me for a while, and I promise I'll try to get back into a routine.

First Day on the Job

Matt smiled happily to himself as he scanned through his computer files. Over the years (after learning how to properly program a computer), he had compiled many items to his liking that he could someday use to blackmail Lizzie. Of course, he would sort them from most important to least, so that when he needed Lizzie to come through for him, he would have just the appropriate amount of dirt dug up on her to make her cooperate.

Matt tried to contain his laughter as he opened the "Embarrassing Photos" file. He had long recovered from the loss of his tape of Lizzie singing into her comb before the trip to Rome. But now he needed something to top that. Something big. And now, that opportunity had come.

"Hall monitor." He said to himself. "My sister. Who would have thought? Of course, I made the job the coolest thing around when I was monitor, but Lizzie? Don't think so."

Of course Matt had loved when he was hall monitor, but Lizzie? What could be sweeter?

"I just get some footage of her tripping from running after something, or bumping her head on an open locker door, and I've got her for life!" Matt burst out, taking the next few seconds to make sure no one had heard.

Just then, the cell phone on his desk began to vibrate, making him nearly leap out of his seat. He regained his composure before answering. "Matt speaking."

"All right, you'd better listen to everything I have to say before you speak!" Melina began furiously. "In order to carry through this plan we need undercover supplies, fake student ID's, whatever it takes not to get caught!"

"I'm listening," Matt replied casually.

"Did I say I was finished talking?" Melina interrupted.

"Go on," Matt said.

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Lizzie tried to stifle a yawn as Mme. Rosewood went over the rules of verb changes in French class the next morning. She had been at the mall most of the day yesterday and stayed up past midnight looking through her yearbook from middle school. As her mind had wandered over the many adventures they had undergone during those years, she also realized that high school held just as many promises. And she was also pleased to know that the seniors that had posted the warning flyers all over their lockers last year truly didn't want to have anything to do with them.

"Lizzie, Lizzie?" came Mme. Rosewood's voice, snapping Lizzie out of her sleepiness.

"Huh?" she asked, looking around to find everyone in the class staring at her.

"Please answer this question," Mme. Rosewood told her, pointing to a question written in French on the board.

Quelle est date d'aujourd'hui?

As Lizzie stared blankly at the board, trying to figure it out in her head, Mme. Rosewood sighed. "Anyone else?"

Claire's hand immediately shot up in the air.

"Aujourd'hui est septembre 7," she said proudly when Mme. Rosewood called on her.

Lizzie felt her face grow red with embarrassment as Miranda leaned in and whispered, "Why is she even in this class? It's like she's had a private French tutor her whole life!"

Lizzie just shrugged in response. She didn't feel that anything could distract her from the thought that she was starting hall monitor duty today.

The rest of the day went by slowly. When the last bell of the day finally rang and everyone else rushed out of their seats into the hallway, Lizzie groaned and gathered up her books, then slowly trudged out of her class and down to Ms. Ungermyer's office. Gordo met up with her halfway there.

"Hey," he smiled at her, kissing her on the cheek. "Do you think you could spare me an hour after hall monitor duty so we can get some smoothies?"

Lizzie smiled at him as he added, "And…do some homework."

"Yeah, I'd definitely go for that," Lizzie said. "Well, anyway, I'd better not be late to Ms. Ungermyer or else she might extend my punishment to the whole school year."

"Want me to come with you for moral support?" Gordo offered.

"No, I don't think she'd like that," Lizzie said. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to get in any trouble. I mean, you barely got on good terms with her the first time."

"Well, if you're sure," Gordo said, squeezing her hand. "I'll meet you at the Digital Bean at 4:15."

"Okay, see you then," Lizzie smiled.

When she stood at the doorway of Ms. Ungermyer's office, she took a deep breath before knocking.

"Come in," came Ms. Ungermyer's rough voice.

Lizzie opened the door timidly and stepped inside. Ms. Ungermyer sat at her desk, scribbling on a sheet of paper.

"Sit down, McGuire."

Lizzie sat down without hesitation.

"What I'm filling out here for you is your first assignment," Ms. Ungermyer told her, not looking up from her paper. "I need you to give this to Mrs. Edmonds, who works in the copy room, and pick up some flyers for the musical auditions. There should be about 50 of them. I'd like you to post them around the school."

Lizzie's voice got caught in her throat, so she simply nodded.

"You got a problem with that, McGuire?" Ms. Ungermyer asked, looking up from her paper suddenly.

"N-no," Lizzie answered quietly. "That's fine."

"Good," Ms. Ungermyer said, smiling for the first time since Lizzie had come in. "And you're taking a load off the drama department, I'll tell you that. Normally the drama club puts up the flyers."

She put down her pen and held the paper up to Lizzie. As Lizzie was about to take it, Ms. Ungermyer pulled it back suddenly. "Wait."

She leaned over and fumbled under her desk. She pulled out an orange and yellow sash and held it out to Lizzie. "This will be your uniform and symbol of authority, so a teacher doesn't stop you in the hall and delay you on your assignment."

To Lizzie, she couldn't even bear the thought of someone at school seeing her in that sash, but all she could do was nod again and take the sash. As she fastened the sash around her shoulder and waist, Ms. Ungermyer stood up and walked around the side of her desk to face Lizzie. "You are to report back to me at 4:00 when the activity bell rings and give me any warning slips that you fill out."

"Warning slips?" Lizzie questioned.

"Oh yes, I forgot to mention. Each time you see a student out of line in the hallways, you give them a warning slips with their name on it, one for them and one for me, and I'll determine the punishment according to what they did."

With that she handed Lizzie the slip of paper and the pad of warning slips, and sent her on her way. As soon as Lizzie stepped out of Ms. Ungermyer's office she suddenly realized that she had no idea where the copy room was. She decided to scan the hallway of offices and see if she could find it that way. When she had no luck, she desperately began looking around for someone to ask.

As she wandered the hallways, she came across the stairway leading to the department where she and Miranda had met Jeremy. She decided to try up there, and immediately came face to face to him.

"Lost again?" he asked, smiling.

"Um, yeah," Lizzie said, slightly embarrassed. "Can you tell me where the copy room is?"

"Right down that hall," Jeremy said, pointing to his left.

"Thanks," Lizzie told him, starting to walk that way.

"Hey, shouldn't you know that by now?" Jeremy called to her.

"Why?"

"You're the hall monitor."

Lizzie felt her face grow red. Jeremy must have noticed, because he said, "I'm only joking."

"Right," Lizzie said, and quickly walked away from him and down the hall.

She felt relieved when she came across the copy room and walked inside.

There stood a woman, seemingly middle-aged, who stood over a machine that was spitting out scantron tests.

"Can I help you?" she asked when she saw Lizzie standing in the doorway.

"Um, yeah," Lizzie said, stepped forward to hand her Ms. Ungermyer's note. "I'm here to pick up some drama flyers."

"Oh yes," she said, quickly scanning the paper. "I think I put them over here. I'm Mrs. Edmonds by the way. I take you're a freshmen? I've seen most of the kids in this school, but of course I have to start over with the 9th graders."

"Yeah," Lizzie replied, feeling herself relax in the presence of this woman.

Mrs. Edmonds smiled and nodded, then went over to a desk where a pile of folders sat stacked up almost a foot high.

"Um, let's see here," she said as she flipped through each folder. "Ah! Here we go. The drama musical."

She handed Lizzie a thick stack a purple flyers with the title, "AUDITIONS" printed at the top, as well as a tape dispenser.

"Thanks," Lizzie smiled, taking the stack from Mrs. Edmonds.

"And thank you for begin such a big help," Mrs. Edmonds smiled.

As Lizzie left the copy room, she definitely knew now that there was at least one nice adult in this school.

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Lizzie figured she didn't really need to put up flyers in this department, since students usually didn't go here, so she read the flyer as she walked back down the steps.

"Guys and Dolls," she read. "Now that's a good show."

She sighed. Being a freshman she probably wouldn't land a main role, but she could very well make the chorus.

Lizzie started from that hallway all the way down to the cafeteria, where she posted about a dozen flyers all over the walls and poles. The pile of flyers in her hand never seemed to end.

The hallways were surprisingly quiet. Occasionally a group of jocks would come jogging through the hallways, but other than that, it was peaceful. Lizzie soon found herself put up flyers everywhere she could see there wasn't one, even if they were within 10 feet of each other. She soon caught this laziness when the thought of Ms. Ungermyer yelling at her crept up on her, and began spreading them out more.

The hour never seemed to end, but soon Lizzie heard the bell ring when she only had about a dozen flyers left in her hand. She quickly ran down the hall as kids began filing out of their activity classrooms and threw the remaining flyers on every wall she could spot.

She dashed back to Ms. Ungermyer's office and collected herself before knocking on her door once more. This time Ms. Ungermyer was on the phone.

"Oh yes, I can't wait to see you too," she was saying. "You're flight comes in tonight, correct?"

Lizzie waited patiently by the door while Ms. Ungermyer finished up her phone call.

"So? How'd it go your first day on the job?" Ms. Ungermyer asked when she hung up.

"Fine," Lizzie answered.

"Did you put all the flyers up?"

Lizzie nodded.

"Good, good," Ms. Ungermyer smiled. "I guess you're free to go. By the way, how's that essay coming along?"

It took a moment for Lizzie to figure out what Ms. Ungermyer was talking about, but soon remembered. "Oh, yeah, it's fine."

"Then I guess you had better get started on it," Ms. Ungermyer replied, reading her like a book. "I'll take your sash. Same time, tomorrow, kid."

Lizzie handed in her sash and proceeded to walk quickly out of the office.

"Yeah," she sighed, closing the door behind her. "Same time tomorrow."

A/N: Again, I'm going to try really hard to update again soon. I'm sorry it's been forever since I last posted, but hopefully this chapter partially made up for the wait.