Disclaimer: I don't own The Gallagher Girls! There. I said it. :D

I wish I could tell you that I wasn't always this way; that, once upon a time, I was an innocent person. I wish a lot of things, but, this is the thing that I wish the most.

Because despite how many times I wish,

I know in my heart that it will never come true.

I stare at the mirror the next morning after I've taken away the entire hidden camera's I found last night. There was a lot.

I did not get a wink of sleep when I was sent to this dorm. But then again, I never sleep.

Sleep is when the nightmares come.

My internal clock alerts me that it is 6:30. Breakfast starts at 7:00.

I fix my spiky black wig. It's attached onto a bald cap so people have to go through twice the trouble if they want to see who I really am.

My eyes change depending on the clothes I am wearing and since I always wear black, my eyes are always a piercing dark blue.

It's way better than contacts.

I put some spiky rings on and head out the door, 15 minutes earlier than I need to be. I'm fine with it though. Better to not encounter people than walk in on the whole school.

I memorized my schedule last night and roamed the school, finding 31 secret passage ways that I know no one knew existed before, due to the thick amount of dust that caked the floor and walls.

My messenger bag hit against my leg, it looks small but is bigger than you might think.

I enter the Cafeteria to a hundred pairs of eyes.

Oh, Crap.

I guess I'm not early after all.

I walk up to get my food. The Cafeteria is so quiet that it gets eerie. After taking my breakfast—Cereal, sandwich, salad, and a glass of milk—I head to a small table in the corner of the room, able to fit only one to two people. I'm content sitting here.

Until a girl walks up to me.

She walks with a purpose and carries a notebook in her right hand. As she gets closer I figure out if she is a threat or not. I laugh at the thought a second later.

Finally, she reaches me; the Cafeteria was quiet on her walk here, making her heels have a loud echoing sound. I bet she loves having the attention on her.

She smiles when she reaches me and when I don't smile back, I detect a small sign of uneasiness by the way her smile faltered for a second before she plasters it on her face again.

A good spy never shows emotion…

"Hello," She says. "I'm Tina."

I grunt in response.

She pulls a chair to sit next to me. It makes an awful scraping noise that echoes across the walls.

She launches into a round of question: "Is it true you came from the orphanage? Or were you actually raised by dogs in the wild? Do you break stuff for fun or are you emo? Why won't you let anyone call you with a nickname?"

I ate my breakfast while she chattered on. The people in the Cafeteria started whispers of conversation but never louder than Tina's questions.

I finish my breakfast by the time she ends her last question. With a push of my chair, I stand up and head to over to where I put the empty plates away.

She watches me as I exit the Cafeteria along with the other hundred kids in there, realizing that I didn't answer a single question she asked.

A/n yup, short. Sorry.

I'll update soon, (hoping)