CAMMIE POV
I woke up to the sound of Mace screaming, trying to wake me up, oh joy. Note the sarcasm and the fact that I said trying. I stayed bed, until I heard the most frightening thing in the world,
"Fine, I'll just have to get Bex-" she never got to finish what she said because I jumped out of bed, and said,
"I'm up, I'm up. No need to get Bex." Trust me; you do not want Bex to be the one to wake you up in the morning.
"That's better. Now, go get into the shower. I want you in there for exactly 7 minutes, no more, no less," Mace said before practically throwing me into the bathroom. After years of rooming with her, I've learned that it's best not to argue with Mace about fashion. I took a 7 minute shower as instructed. I got out and was thrown my clothes for today. I hope Mace picked out something that wasn't to revealing because if I walked into the Grand Hall looking like I usually do when Mace dresses me, no offence to her; Grant would throw a tantrum and tell me to go change because he doesn't want all of the guys looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. He I really over protective, but that's what makes him Grant. I looked down at my outfit, crossing my fingers. It wasn't that bad, so I quickly changed. I had on a midnight purple tank top, a black leather jacket, and a pair of light washed skinny jeans. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Mace had pulled me into a chair.
"Now, what should your hair look like for the first day at an all-boys school? We want something that says, you should be intimidated by me, but not slutty. Although, I think all of the boys are intimidated by you, I think it's what makes them like you more," she said. She and Lizzie were trying to figure out what my hair was going to look like, while Bex did my make-up. Personally, I prefer a more natural look, but Mace and Bex like the dangerous, but lot slutty look. Be had finished with my make-up, and was now starting on hers, and Mace and Lizzie decided on a hair style. When I was done, I looked into the full length mirror. I have to say, I looked hot. I had on black eye liner, black mascara, black smoky-eye eye shadow, deep red lip stick, and my hair was in big beach curls. Thing left was shoes. I talked Mace into letting me wear my black combat boots, instead of the five inch black stiletto she wanted me to wear.
When everyone was ready, we walked down to the Grand Hall. We pushed open the doors and everyone stared at us; forks and mouths dropped. We weren't late, but we weren't the first ones there. However, we were the only Gallagher Girls there. It was exactly 8 a.m. The girls were late, Gallagher Girls, are never late. The earliest you can be a breakfast, is 7:45. You are supposed to be there by 8 since breakfast is over at 8:30. We strutted to Grants table. When we got there, we noticed that all of the boys were wide-eyed. I smirked.
ZACH POV
I was eating my breakfast when the doors of the Grand Hall swung open. Suddenly, there was silence. I decided to look up to see why everyone was so quiet. What I saw surprised me. Every single one of the students mouths were opened, then I noticed why. I must say, the sight made my mouth drop, too. Four Gallagher Girls were standing in the doorway, not just any Gallagher Girl though. The ones standing in the doorway were Macey, Liz, Bex, and Cammie. Dang! Cammie looked hot! They started walking over to our table; I didn't know what to do, or what to say. When Cammie's around, I always get tongue tied. No girl has ever been able to do this to me. What on Earth is happening? Cammie looked at Grant, patted his cheek, and said,
"Grant, honey, you should close your mouth, you're bound to catch flies with it hanging open like that." He quickly shut his mouth.
"You do realize that all of the boys are staring at you?" he asked.
"Now, now, being a little too over protective aren't we," she said innocently. All of the girls then excused themselves to go get some breakfast. Macey, Liz, and Bex came back before Cammie did. When Gant looked concerned, then assured him that this always happens when they get food. It wasn't even a minute later when I heard the sound of someone getting slapped. The whole Grand Hall went so silent that you could hear a pen drop. When I looked up, what I saw didn't shock me, but you could have taken a sharpie, written the word shocked on my forehead, and it would be true.
CAMMIE POV
After the girls had left, I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to eat. The strange thing was that, I wasn't very hungry. I was about to grab an apple when I felt someone really close to me, too close for my comfort. I whirled around to see a boy about my age, maybe older, with his hand out. Confusion was running through my mind about what he was about to do, then I realized it. THAT LITTLE PERVERT! I thought. I then slapped him across the face; hard enough to leave a hand mark, but not hard enough to knock him unconscious. He tried to throw a surprise punch at my face, but I saw it coming. I grabbed his hand, used his own weight against him to throw him onto the floor, and pinched a special nerve that can leave you paralyzed for 10 seconds. I grabbed an apple, bottled water, went back to my table, and sat down. Everyone had a look of surprise on their face, everyone but Grant and the girls. They know what I'm capable of. I still don't know why everyone is so shocked; they did see me knock a boy unconscious just last night.
"Did you really have to do that, Cam?" questioned Grant.
"If I hadn't turned around when I did, Joey, dad, and you would have found out, the two adults would have given him some type of punishment for being the sick little pervert he is. You then, would have beaten the crap out of him, thus proving every guy's theory that I am just some prissy little princess. They would underestimate me and all of us Gallagher Girls, thinking that we are just some prissy, little, stuck up, princesses that our school makes us out to be. Because they underestimated us, they would all end up dead. They'd end up dead because they will think that all girls are like that, even our enemies, let their egos get in the way, let their guards down, and giving the enemy a perfect shot at winning. You see, with every action that occurs there will always be a reaction, affecting all events after that. Some people seem to miss the fact that something so big, can be caused by something so small. It's a chain reaction, kind of like the chain e-mails and texts that everyone gets, it will eventually affect everyone," I answered if even I baby could have thought of it.
"You thought of everything didn't you? How could you even be sure that all of that would happen?" He asked.
"It's simple, really. Boys have very big, very fragile egos. You underestimate all of us girls, but we are capable of much more than we let on; we even know more than you do," I said getting really annoyed with this conversation.
"What makes you think that you know more than us?" Zach asks.
"A magician never reveals her secrets," I said.
"You aren't a magician," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
"You're right, I'm much smarter. I'm a spy, but with a few tricks up my sleeve," I shot back. After I said that, the bell rang, signaling to us that it was time for class. "So, tour guide shall we get going to class?" I questioned with a touch of sass.
"Yes, we should," he replied. We got up and I followed him to our first class, Countries of the World. It wasn't that fun. Everything we learned about I already knew. Man, these boys were way behind. The rest of the day was really boring, except for Cove. Ops. and P&E.
Cove. Ops. was just review, but we did have a mission in town tomorrow. That is going to be fun.
