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"Come on, Fiona." Mick said, helping me carry a box. We then brought the box into the house and put it down. We pretty much just continued doing that until we heard a wistle.

"Crew." Frank yelled. Us Norths were confused for a second.

"Kids." Helen said. So we all come in.

"Alright then alright, kids. Fall in for vilifying." Frank said.

"Fall in for what?" Me and Pheobe asked.

"Room assignments." said William, looking at us like we were stupid.

"All eyes on the chart. Your rooms are numbered. Your bathroom schedules are color coded." Frank said. All of us North kids started laughing. Heck even Helen giggled a bit before seeing Frank's face.

"Well that's a good thing. It's great because we all need a little bit of organization. We do, honey. You did a beautiful job." Helen said, still giggling slightly. We all gave her a look.

"Great, mom gets married, we get drafted." Dylan said to me and Jimi. We both nodded while Christina gave him a look. Dylan looked at her, before walking up the stairs. Me and Jimi looked at her before following him.

After we got told who we were rooming with, me and Joni made our way upstairs for our new room.

"So I saw you eyeing Michael before. Do you like him?" Joni teased.

"Shut up." I said blushing slightly.

"You're blushing! This means you do like him! Makayla! He is the enemy!" Joni told me angrily.

"It's not like I'm going to do anything. Calm down. I don't even think he likes we so whatever." I told her nonchalantly.

"Good. The less you know them, the easier it will be to get rid of them." Joni told me evilly.

"You do know we are rooming with one of them right?" I asked her.

"Oh well!" She said before walking away. I continued walking down the hall until I heard Mick yell,"Mom, the cheerleaders after me." I had to laugh at that. Only you would scream something like that, Mick. Only you.