When Joe said DC, he was not kidding. We were at this museum-mall thing. Only me, Grant, Tyler, Vic, and Ricky got to go in though. Jonas, Mike, and Garrett were techmen. Here's the assignment: get to the Ruby Slippers at 4PM without a tail. So we get to totally waste three hours here! We had two hours left when boarding school kids came. The Gallagher Academy. Jonas looked it up and told us it was a snotty rich kid school from Roseville, Virginia. There were two girls sitting by the fountain talking. One had a british accent and was unmistakebly beautiful. The other had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was okay. Grant and I were kind of glaring at them. . . Stupid rich kids.

The dirty blonde one said (we read their lips), "Look. Everyone gives us the Gallagher Glare." She nodded to me and Grant. "Even targets."

"The Gallagher Girls are spies," I whispered into my comms.

"I know. Ticks me off! They're cute, too!" the other complained.

"Yeah. I know."

"Let's talk to them!" She looked at her friend excitedly. The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Tina, you know I can't."

"You can, Macey. But you shouldn't."

"EXACTLY!"

"Just do it."

I heard Joe faintly say, "They're onto you girls. You better have a Plan B." I think the comms frequencies are messing up.

"I always have a Plan B," I female voice came through. JOE IS WITH THEM? What the hell? And he wanted me to trust him?

"I'll see you later, Mace. Don't forget what you have to do," 'Tina' glared.

'Macey' rolled her eyes again. "You just want to get into his pants," she said jokingly. "But don't worry," (dramatic pause) "I'll get the job done." They walked apart giggling.

Grant took the blonde and I followed the burnett. We figured if you tail your tails, it'll save time in the long run. Tina went all out with her disguise. Why she brought colored contacts and a wig, I'll never know (nor do I want to).

Grant came to me saying he lost his girl, so we swapped. It couldn't be too hard to find her. Right? Wrong. I couldn't find her anywhere. I shrugged it off. If I couldn't find her, she couldn't be on me. It was almost time to meet Joe so I went towrds the elevators. Someone else pressed the button right before me. I looked at her. She had smokey black eyeshadow and thick mascara (noticing made me feel prissy). She wore an off the shoulder white shirt that was tied so it wouldn't go over her black and red plaid skirt. Under her shirt you could see the red tank top. Her dirty blonde hair was down. What amazed me were her eyes. They were an electrifying blue. I'd be lying if I said she wasn't pretty.

"Hey," she said, looking me up and down. If that didn't make me uncomfortable. . .

"Hi," I said, pursing my lips together. When I heard the elevator ding, I practically dashed inside. This girl, creeped me out. She came in with lazy steps. Slowest elevator ride I've EVER been on!

"So. . ." she started. "What's your name?" I didn't respond. "I'm Lizzie."

I sighed. "Zach."

"That's a cool name." I noticed her slight ease towards me.

"Sure."

"You in a hurry? You're kind of twitchy."

"I need to meet my teacher in five minutes."

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Because he said, 'Meet me in the Ruby Slippers Exhibit.'"

"Well, no shit! I meant how do you know you have five minutes. You're not wearing a watch." Oops. If she knew me, she'd know I didn't need a watch. But if she knew me, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

"My friend told me," I lied. Hopefully, she doesn't know I haven't talked to anyone in two hours. Before she could react, the elevator door opened and I hurried out. I heard noisy footsteps folling me and whirled around to see Lizzie. "What are you doing?" I all but screamed at her.

"I thought we were meeting your teacher."

"We?" This chick: CRAZY!

"Yeah, I need to meet my friend there anyway," she said.

I gave an inaudible sigh. "Okay, fine." I'll just ditch her on the way there (which turned out to be easier than I thought, because her phone rang). She walked a little ways away, and I slipped out while her back was turned.

When Igot there, I saw Joe admiring the little red shoes. I walked up beside him. Without looking at me, he said, "You're four seconds late."

"But I'm alone," I said, smirking.

He smirked. "Not by a long shot, Zach."

The female voice behind us startled me. "So you weren't lying. Idiot." I turned to see Lizzie there, arms crossed.

"What?" I said, dumbfounded.

"Do you know what's really funny about this? You and you're friend Grant were listening to our conversation, and you didn't recognize me." She gave a humorless laugh. "My sister's and I know a lot about you and you're classmates, but you don't even know our names." Lizzie/Macey looked at Joe. "How'd I do, Mr. Solomon.

He turned around and smiled at her. "You did very well, Ms. Morgan." He looked at me as my eyes bulged out of my head. Morgan? WHAT THE FUCK? So he's alive. . . right? I looked back at her. She looked confused, then I noticed her eyes. Color changing. Just like Matt's. I gulped. Breathing was becoming harder. I'm going to hyperventalate. She's just like him.

"Are you okay?" she asked with concern, like she wasn't pointing out everyone of my mistakes two seconds ago.

I swallowed. "Yeah," I choked out.

"Mr. Solomon, should we get him to Gallagher?" she asked.

"Yes. I'll round up the other students, you take him to Gallagher's helicopter," Joe said. She turned from me for a few seconds. The back of her shirt said 'Gallagher is THE BEST and if you read this and don't understand, you're from Blackthorne :P' That's interesting. I don't think I like this girl.

She turned back to me and said, "Okay. Let's go!"