Today has been a long day. You know why?

Because I haven't been on fanfiction all day, and it was killing me. But now I have a special chapter.

Recap: Cammie went off on her own after being stopped by many different people, reality hits her. Joe Solomon is dead. And she wants revenge.

CHAPTER 12

Everything had turned out wrong; nothing was right at that time. The world to me was upside down.

Here's why:

The Circle was still out to get meI hadn't gotten any answersMy dad could still be somewhere out thereI'm going back to the Gallagher AcademyI will probably never even see sunlight again with all the protection they're hitting me withAnd Joe Solomon was dead.

The man who had taught me literally, everything I know; who was my dad's best friend; my mom's potential lover; my second father; and most of all a man I trusted my entire life with.

Exclude the fact that I knew him for less than two years.

Gone.

Dead.

Turned into ashes in a matter of seconds, when I let him go.

"Cammie?" I heard Bex and her fresh British accent throw me off of a trance.

Here I was in a plane, on my way back to the Gallagher Academy, and before I could even get answers; I was to be on complete lock down.

"He's gone."

"The Circle took him?"

"No, he's dead."

Her words echoed in my head and I yet I still couldn't picture Joe Solomon. He was a living legend. He should be alive. Not dead.

"What? What are you…? No! He's not dead! He's alive, he's safe! His has to be some kind of mistake!" I screamed the words, each one tasting bitter in my mouth.

"No, Cammie. There is no mistake. We got a note from someone saying they had killed him, and had thrown the ashes in a ditch. They gave us an address but we haven't been able to find the ashes."

"Then you don't know he's dead!" I yelled, my roommates held me back.

"Yes we know."

"But there's no proof, you don't know you don't know!" I shouted for the last time stopping myself in between sobs.

Tears streamed down my face harder than every river. But I felt that was nothing compared to the soft tear that fell graciously down my Aunt's cheek.

"I know, I know. I can…" she fought back a sob, "I just know," she whispered.

But if Mr. Solomon was going down, he wasn't going without a fight. He would be remembered, especially by the Circle.

Because as soon as this plane landed, I would get his journal. And I'd bring down the Circle.

I searched everywhere.

Every secret passageway, every room, every hallway. And nothing.

If the journal was here, it certainly didn't show it.

Then the thought hit me. Who was the last person to have the journal?

My feet led me to teacher's rooms where down the hall would be the one room I was looking for.

There was only one room that didn't have a teacher.

That instead, when I walked in, it had a boy in only a towel.

Yay! Zach in a towel. Wait I'm not the only one with dirty thoughts about Zach.

Oh I have good news,

Today I started working on a new story called, "What Strippers Do" and you guessed it... is the sequel to A Day with The Boys.

I wrote the first chapter and right now I'm so happy with it but look out for that.

Though I doubt you could forget a name like that

K, now it's time to go so

Peace out Bitches,

Danie