Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Once again I, sadly, did not write the original Gallagher Academy series.

Anything you recognise belongs to Ally carter. The rest belongs to ME.

This story is now going to progress in 3rd person POV focusing on Liliana unless I need to portray the thoughts of a particular person.


The first weekend at her new school went pretty smoothly for Anna who spent most of her time ignoring the attempts of the other girls to get to know her. It wasn't until Monday morning before breakfast that things started to deteriorate for her. Bex, Liz and Cam had already headed down to breakfast and Macey was finishing her makeup in the main room while Anna was in the bathroom getting ready. The morning was running smoothly until Macey barged into the bathroom while Anna was halfway through putting her streaks back into her hair after washing it in the shower. Stunned Macey turned to face Anna waiting for an explanation.

"You tell no one. Not Cam or Liz or Bex and especially not Mr Solomon or Aunt Rachel."

Anna demanded as she turned to face Macey with a horrified look across her face.

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you just be you? What is the point of all this?" questioned Macey as she watched Anna continue to place the last of the streaks and the piercings in their correct positions.

"Oh yeah, because you of all people would really understand, wouldn't you?" Anna snapped back sarcastically.

"Try me," challenged Macey as she blocked Anna from leaving the bathroom waiting to hear the story that this girl had managed to keep quiet from every person in this school. Only Rachel Morgan and Joe Solomon knew anything about this person. Even Cammie wasn't able to tell her friends what had made her change. It was something in the way that Macey looked at her that made Anna spill what was going on.

"Fine, when I was seven I was sent to an Australian school by my mother. It was a boarding school. A school like this one, only it took in younger students as well. I had stopped coming back by the time I was 10. Since I was seven I have only seen my mother once and I don't even know my father's name or what he looks like. Now I think you can use that pretty little head of yours and work out the rest for yourself." With that Anna pushed Macey out of the way and exited the bathroom. "Oh," she started as she paused on her way out, "you tell no one about this conversation either."


A/N: Am going back to writing in first person because I am better at writing that way. It will be mainly from Liliana's POV


I didn't go down to breakfast that day. I couldn't, I had just spilled my guts out to Macey and I couldn't stand to face anybody. Little did I know that by missing breakfast I was missing a huge announcement that would affect me just as much as the rest of my roommates. Instead I went and waited in my COW (Countries of War) classroom until my class started. If Mr Smith was shocked when he entered the classroom to find me sitting at the back he certainly didn't show it. It was only when the rest of the class arrived did I notice that something was different about the classroom, there were too many seats for it to just be our class.

"Knock, knock," a voice from the hall called as he opened the door to our classroom. The man, who told us to call him Dr Steve, led four boys into the classroom. They were the same boys who were at the mall, I recognised my tail. As they introduced themselves they sat next to someone who they chose to be there guide around the school.

"Um...I'm Jonas," the first boy said, shifting from foot to foot. "I'm sixteen. I'm a sophomore-"

"Thus your enrolment in this class," Mr Smith said drily. "Welcome, Jonas. Please have a seat."

"Excellent job, Jonas." Dr Steve said, ignoring Mr Smith, who had started to hand out a pop quiz. "Excellent job. Now, Jonas here is on the research track of study. I don't suppose any of you young ladies could show Jonas around?" He pointed at Liz and said, "Excellent!" again. "Jonas, you can spend the day with Ms..." Dr Steve looked to Liz.

"Sutton. Liz Sutton."

"Excellent," Dr Steve said one more time. "Now, Grant, if you would-"

"I'm Grant," said the second boy Grant didn't look like a high school sophomore. This Grant looked too big. He slid into the seat beside Bex, who smiled and tossed her hair in a move that they don't teach in P&E.

Two boys remained at the front of the room, but instead of waiting on Dr Steve, one of them walked to the back of the class.

"I'm Zach," he said, sliding into the chair next to Cammie "and I think I've found my guide." What a tool! Now the only person that remained up the front of the class was the fool who was supposed to be my tail at the mall.

"I'm Archer and I think that I will just sit over here." He said as he began to head towards me. Seeing the "take one more step towards me and you will die a slow, painful and horrible death" glare that I was giving him from my position at the back of the room he stopped short and slid into the chair next to Eva. This was going to be a long term.

My first week went surprisingly fast, Macey hadn't tried to talk to me again and I was happy not uttering a word to anyone. This tactic worked until week 2, day 3, lesson 1: Culture and Assimilation. Madame Dabney didn't take my answer to her question very well. I guess teacher here don't like it when you answer no if they as you if you actually plan on doing any work this lesson. Before I knew it I was back up in the headmistress's office.

"What do you think you are doing, disrespecting you teachers like that? We may have let it slide in the first week when you were still settling in but it will be no longer tolerated. You're Mother and I expected better from you!" Aunt Rachel, no Headmistress Morgan, reprimanded me.

"My Mother expected better of me. She has no right to expect anything from me." I retorted venomously. "She lost the right to expect anything from me when she put me in boarding school when I was Seven."

"It was for your protection!"

"My protection!" I shrieked, "I was seven, you can't send a seven year old child away and expect them not to react when you try and bring them back. What do you think all this is for?" I gestured towards my head where all the piercings and streaks where. "And where is she now. Has she come to see me? No. Has she tried to contact me? No. Was this all a waste of time? Yes." During my rant Rachel had morphed from Headmistress mode back into Aunt mode.

"Honey," she started gently while the tears were streaming down my face. "Oh, bug, come here." She finished pulling me into a hug. Bug, that was my nickname when I was little, it was what all my family used to call me.

Once I finished crying Aunt Rachel sent me off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. While I was in there I decided to turn over a new leaf. I took off all the piercings and detangled the steaks from my own hair. I was going to be me again. But first I needed a little time to myself. I left my aunt, who looked pretty shell shocked, and found my way back up on the roof.

Mr Solomon, or Uncle Joe as I had always known him, found me up on the roof later that night. Apparently he remembered my hate for being indoors. "I thought you would be up here," he started while taking a seat next to me. "Is that what it was all for? To scare every one, to make them think that you were untouchable? If you really want to see her we can organise it."

"No, I will not see her. She obviously doesn't care that I'm here. She doesn't care about me. She never has and she never will." With that I left Joe up there and returned to my room. It was late and hopefully the other girls will be asleep.


AN:

Please review, all comments and constructive criticism is welcomed by me! But same as before don't be bitchy about it. Just letting you know I am also an Australian Writer so the spellings of some words are correct for me.

Another thing; I am starting another story as well so this one will stay slow on the updates.