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Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN BTR

The sun shined through the windows and Camille's eyes slowly opened. She sighed while getting out of bed. She took out a very formal uniform from her closet and went to the bathroom. She looked like the perfect lady. She applied subtle make up, grabbed her bag and went downstairs where she quickly smelled the scent of bacon and eggs.

"Morning!" Peggy cheerfully greeted as she laid a plate in front of Camille. Camille started digging in.

"You look awfully formal for school, don't you think?" Peggy said scanning her cousin's outfit.

Camille swallowed her last bacon before speaking.

"Today's the day where our special guests will come to our school, so the student body officers have to dress like this and we'll have to entertain every single question ask or something like that."

She sighed and stood up from her chair, she grabbed her bag and high heeled shoes and went out.

"Say bye to mom and dad for me." She yelled and heard Peggy quickly answer "Will do, good luck!"

As soon as Camille went out of the door, she wore her heels and looked at the long path she was about to walk. She looked up and down from the path and two her feet.

"Oh no way am I walking in these killer shoes." She grunted and marched back to the house and grabbed her car keys. She opened her garage door, where three cars were parked. Camille never actually liked driving; even though she insisted her parents that she doesn't want a car, they still bought her one on her 16th birthday. It was a red convertible; she only drove it once or twice. As much as she hates to drive the thing to school there was no way she's walking 5 miles to school in those killer heels.

She parked up at the student's parking lot and soon as she got out of the car she felt thousand of eyes staring at her.

"This is the reason why I hate driving to school." She mumbled to herself.

She walked down the halls to her locker she threw her bag in it and went to the principal's office. She sat in one of the chairs and sighed. "

Bad mood during such a wonderful morning?" the principal chuckled.

After a few minutes her four best friends entered the office and did the exact same thing.

"Why are you girls so down today?" the principal asked.

"What's there to be up about?" they shot back in unison and she just shrugged.

"I know you're pretty irritated by the fact that I dragged you away from all your classes today just to make sure our school has a good Image." She said as sincere as she can.

They all gave her a soft smile as she stood up and they followed her out of the office and to the main gates.

"Now, they should be arriving in about five minutes, again girls, thank you so much!" she said.

"It's our responsibility." Camille told her.

And in five minutes a limo pulled up in front of us. First, a few fancy looking men went out and what really shocked the five was the girl who came last.

"Mercedes?" we all questioned in unison.

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*Camille's POV*

Please explain to me why Mercedes Griffin just came out of the limousine that held our 'important guests'.

"Good Morning, this is Camille, our student body president and the rest of our officers." The principal said pointing at us.

"I'm Arthur Griffin." The man said blankly.

Wait, Arthur GRIFFIN? As in Mercedes Griffin dad or something. Now that you've mentioned it, Mercedes was absent for the past week.

"And this is my daughter, Mercedes."

Our mouth dropped and she just rolled her eyes. I hate it when she acts that way.

"Camille, why don't you show Mr. Griffin and her daughter around."

Just my luck! Why couldn't I have been assigned with those other dudes?

I sighed and put on my best fake smile. "Please follow me." I gestured and walked in front of them.

Why do I even have to do this? Mercedes already knew this school well enough to show her own father around. I showed them every corner of the school, as I remember, the principal told us to show one class and pray that it's a well behaved one. I walked to the nearest classroom

"Let me show you our wonderful students during their time of learning."

I closed my eyes as I slowly opened the door.

Oh god please let this class be a decent one.

I guess god heard my prayers because when I opened my eyes I saw the class quietly listening to their teacher.

I looked back at Mr. Griffin and smiled as he gave an approving nod.

"I'm kind of tired of walking, can you please show me the principal office?" he suggested and I nodded.

He started walking with his daughter, I looked back at the class and gave them a thumbs plus a wink before closing the door.

I caught up to them as I showed them a wooden door that leads to our dear principal's room. I opened the door for him and just on time, the other girls came with their own clients.

We waited for them to get in before closing the door and sinking to the floor.

"I'm so tired." Jo quietly yelled.

"You think you're tired, I got stuck with the big boss and his little miss I'm-so-perfect daughter!" I complained.

And as if the devil heard us the door opened and we saw an irritated Mercedes with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I hate my dad!" she screeched.

We looked at her with a confused look.

"I'm always transferring schools so that he can evaluate them." She puffed.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to Logan's class." She beamed then happily ran away.

The four girls looked at me and I nodded. I stood up and quickly ran after Mercedes.

Good things I was quick runner so that gave me an advantage. We ended up in front of the English classroom. We glared at each other before fiercely knocking on the door.

The teach opened it and gave us questioning looks.

"Good Morning, Ms. Porsh, I would like to speak to Logan?" Mercedes said.

"No she doesn't." I quickly countered.

The adult looked at us but before we get into anymore trouble, I quickly dragged Mercedes back to the principal office.

"Well, Roberts, this is war!" she hissed.