Author's note: Soooo sorry I haven't uploaded in ages! I've been busy with exams, school and I've been working on a new fanfiction about Harry Potter but I'm not uploading it until it's finished ;) Anyway, enjoy! :)

Bex's POV

We dashed up the staircase and nearly ran over a very startled freshman. After apologising hastily to the poor girl we sprinted straight to our room. My heart was pounding with excitement. This was it; we were going to get her back! I felt weightless, as if someone had filled me with helium.

We burst into our room and began shoving random clothes into suitcases. "You'll need a jumper! It'll be cold in England." Lauren cried when she saw that Macey had packed mostly strappy tops. Macey made a frustrated noise and once again began rummaging through her clothes.

There was a knock on the door. "It's us." Jonas called through the door.

"Eeep!" Liz flung the door open and immediately started kissing her boyfriend.

"Jesus, Liz! Now is not the time for snogging your boyfriend!" Lauren snapped and waved her arms which just so happened to be full of very lacy thongs.

"Nice choice of panties." Will said appreciatively and winked at her.

"In England we call them knickers." Lauren still had the annoyed edge to her voice.

"So…you all done?" Grant asked. I tried to ignore the fact that he kept glancing at me.

"I think so… wait, forgot lippy." Lauren dashed into the bathroom to fetch a variety of lipsticks and lip-gloss.

"Really? Lipstick?" Liz asked in disbelief, still clutching Jonas' arm.

"You never know when you'll need it." Lauren said as if it was obvious – which it really wasn't, but still.

There was another knock on the door. We all froze in horror. We couldn't get caught, not now. It just wasn't an option.

I motioned for the boys to hide in the bathroom and we hid our cases with them.

I opened the door tentatively. Shit. It was Mr Solomon.

"What's going on?" He demanded and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"Nothing." I said innocently but he raised his eyebrows at the messy state of the room. It looked as if a bomb had been dropped.

"We were just looking for something… um….a homework assignment that's due in tomorrow that we forgot to do." I hoped it was believable enough. He looked sceptical but didn't question us any further and left the room.

"That was close." I let out a sigh of relief.

"How're we going to get out unnoticed?" Liz asked, her voice filled with worry.

"I told you – I have an idea." Lauren grinned and her eyes shone with excitement.

"We all set?" I asked impatiently.

"Oh, passports." Liz said.

"Liz, we've all got our passports." I said.

"Fake passports and ID's. I had them made months ago just in case."

"Ok, ready now?" my impatience was growing.

"Yep. Follow me." Lauren beckoned us to her bed. I threw Macey a quizzical look but she just shrugged. Lauren pulled her bed back to reveal a trap door.

"Whoa… Cammie slept there for years and she never found that one – and she's found every single one in the school!" I breathed in amazement.

"Well come on then, jump in!" Lauren jumped down the hatch and motioned us to follow.

It was dark and damp in the tunnel and our footsteps echoed loudly around us.

"Lauren, you do know the way, don't you?" Liz asked after a while.

"Um…no." She said as she strode ahead confidently.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." Macey muttered.

We walked for about twenty minutes in complete silence, except for the occasional creak of the floorboards or the scuttling and scampering of mice and rats.

Suddenly, Lauren stopped. "Lauren?" I asked, concerned.

"Dead end." The panic started to show in her eyes despite the fact that her voice was so calm. We all groaned in unison. How on earth were we going to get out now, since Solomon was probably on our case? How were we going to get to England? It all seemed so hopeless.

"Hang on…" Liz's concentration face was on, this was more like it! "If we've been walking for approximately… then we should be roughly where…" It was as if a bright light bulb was shining over her head – I was surprised I couldn't hear a ding noise!

"Liz, sweetie, what is it?" Jonas asked.

"We should be just above the front door." Liz calculated – her calculations were usually right.

"Ok…how do we actually get out?" Will asked.

"Uh…" we all scanned the place for a door or a hatch or something.

"Wait…what's this?" Macey found a bit of the wall that stuck out slightly further than the rest. She pressed it and a hatch opened in the wall. I quickly attached a grappling hook and lowered myself down onto the gravel below. The others followed.

"Liz, you go and get the car and we'll hide in the back. Say that you're taking it for a test run or something." Liz nodded and sprinted to the van.

"Going somewhere?" A dark figure stepped from the shadows. Mr Solomon. Fuck.

"Uh…" there was no way out of this one.

"We've found Cammie!" Macey blurted out. Mr Solomon's eyes widened.

"What? You can't have. Abby would have told me."

"Well…" I began and Macey, Lauren and I shared sheepish looks, "we had…outside…help." I couldn't meet his gaze.

"Outside help! How incredibly foolish of you! How do you know you can trust them?" He was furious.

"Well, Lauren contacted the former Head girls of St Trinians – they're part of MI7 – and they've been keeping a look out in Britain and they found Cammie and Zach in Bristol."

There was a pregnant pause while Mr Solomon took this information in. "I'm coming with you." He announced after a long time. I let out a sigh of relief.

It was a tight squeeze in Liz's van with eight of us altogether but it was quieter than a normal van so we had to risk getting crushed, because getting squished into unbelievable sexy men is far better than getting spotted by the Circle. We drove to the nearest airport which was half an hour's drive – the helicopters were too noticeable and one of them was already being used by Cammie's mum and Abby. Ten minutes into the journey, Grant's hand found mine.

With our disguises on and our new identities sorted out, we checked in for the earliest flight to England. "Thank you for booking with British Airways, have a pleasant flight." The airhostess said with a forced smile and an overly cheery voice.

We boarded the plane and I was hopping with anticipation. "Calm down, Miss Saunders." Grant whispered in my ear and it took a few moments to realise he was talking to me.

"Shut up." I growled at him but he just chuckled.

I took my seat next to Grant and a very fat man eating a very sloppy sandwich. I grimaced at my neighbour who was wolfing down the egg mayonnaise sandwich like no tomorrow. Liz gave me a sympathetic look from the aisle across from me. She got lucky and got to sit next to Macey and Jonas. Lauren and Will were sitting behind me and I could hear her sniggering at me with Will. I shot them a dirty look which just made them explode into uncontrollable giggles. This was going to be a very long journey.