A/N: Thank you Twilight113 for the first (and only) review! This is sort of a filler chapter... mostly about Cammie's application test for Gallagher Academy. Yeah, I know that's boring, but I can't get to the interesting stuff if Veronica doesn't make it to Gallagher! And yes, if I get more reviews, I will put some Zammie later on!

Disclaimer: Ally Carter owns the Gallagher Girls series. But I own Veronica.

And finally, please, please review! I don't care if you hate it! Just tell me why! ;D

Veronica's POV

The rest of the school year went by in a blur. I spent my free time studying for whatever skills this "application test" for Gallagher Academy might require. I barely noticed when I got actual positive comments on my end-of-year report card. When June 2 (the last day of school) rolled around, Mr. Keywey called me down to his office.

"Veronica, since your parents agreed to the Gallagher Academy, I informed the Academy and they accepted my recommendation after looking at your history. If you are still willing to attend school there, the application test will be on June 9th. I'm sorry this is such a short notice, but due to—ah—difficulties with the communications system, I couldn't receive any information from Gallagher Academy for awhile. You'll be tested here, in the gymnasium for the physical tests and my classroom for the mental tests. Did I forget anything?"

"Um, what time, sir?" I was already nervous.

"Oh, be in the central gymnasium at 8:00am sharp. How long it takes you to finish the tests is up to you."

"Okay, sir. Is there anything else I need to know?"

"I don't believe so. I'll call if I think of something later."

"Thank you, sir," I said and exited the room.

June 9th, 7:50am

I made my way towards the central gymnasium. This was my schedule since I had woken up at 6:00am:

6:00- Wake up (duh)

6:05- Get dressed: gray sweatpants and black activewear top (I didn't want to look too ninja-ish by dressing in all black, so...)

6:15: Do hair: High ponytail with plain black hair tie. Lots of bobby pins and hairspray to keep it in place. I felt like I was getting ready for a dance recital or something.

6:30: Breakfast: Orange juice, apple, and bananas in blueberry yogurt (fruit overload much?)

7:00: Warm up muscles by jogging. Stretch while solving math problems and reviewing notes to get brain working.

7:35: Get in car and go to application test!

So here I was, at 7:53am, walking through the gymnasium doors. Inside, there were four people: a woman who looked like she could be on America's Next Top Model, a man who could probably give James Bond a run for his money, a guy with brown hair that looked about my age, and my teacher, Mr. Keywey.

"Veronica Praisley?" asked the woman.

"Uh... yes," I answered.

"Excellent," she said, looking me up and down as if already judging where I would be placed. "I am the headmistress, Rachel Morgan. You may address me as Mrs. Morgan." I nodded to show I understood.

"This is one of the teachers at Gallagher," she continued, pointing at the James Bond man.

"Joe Soloman," he sad, extending his hand. I shook it, half afraid he would break my fingers in the process.

"And this is Cammie, my daughter, and Zach, my nephew (A/N Don't freak, it's a cover)." I couldn't help but gape wordlessly. Sure, I had noticed the Zach guy when I had entered the room, but Cammie? I hadn't even seen her. She had just slipped my vision. She almost reminded me of... myself. So... unseen. Invisible.

"Um...hi," I said uncertainly. Why were two teenagers at my testing?

As if reading my mind, Mrs. Morgan answered, "They'll be sparring with you to test your physical ability. I've been told that you take martial arts...?" She formed the sentence as if she were asking, but I knew the headmistress of Gallagher Academy was sure of what she'd "heard" and really didn't need clarification.

"Yes, since I was 6," I confirmed.

"Good, then I presume you've had experience in sparring to test your skill?"

"If you mean like when the sensei throws different moves at you to see if you can block or counter them, then yes."

"That's almost exactly what I mean, Veronica. You will begin sparring with Cammie on that mat over there." Mrs. Morgan pointed to a blue mat on the north side of the gym. "She will attempt different maneuvers on you, and for now, you will only try to block them. There will be no pause between maneuvers, and you will only be executing defensive moves, do you understand?"

I nodded. I had been doing this for years. This was no problemo.

Cammie looked at me with... what? Skepticism? Pity? Something along those lines. She briskly walked over to the mat and I followed, ever so slightly worried. If this girl pitied me, what did that mean? That I was about to get my butt kicked? Or that she was over confident? I doubted it.

Concentrate, I thought as I placed myself on the mat in a defensive stance in front of Cammie. Mrs. Morgan, Mr. Solomon, and Zach were watching from the sides of me. Mrs. Morgan and Mr. Solomon held clipboards and looked expectant. Zach was smirking at Cammie.

I examined where Cammie had placed herself on the mat, looking for clues for what maneuver she would attempt first, but her face was expressionless and her posture revealed nothing. This girl must be good, I thought.

Cammie's POV

This girl was probably going to be a pushover. Most of the ones who try for Gallagher are. When my mom asked me to spar with a possible future student to test her skills, I agreed immediately. Usually this was a job for seniors. But my mom had asked me and... Zach? Why? Probably to see how well Veronica sparred with a male spy. Or how well they could work together. Like last year, when Blackthorne did the exchange with Gallagher.

Anyways, I'd better kick off this sparring test; my mom was looking pointedly at me with an expectant expression. It was unfortunate I had to do this in front of Zach. What if I made a complete fool of myself? I'd never be able to live it down. Oh well. Grin and bear it.

I threw a sudden punch at Veronica, nearly taking her by surprise. Nearly. She blocked it deftly. And so the skill testing began.

As I executed one maneuver after another, I began to realize that this Veronica girl was blocking most of them. She was freaking good! Well, she had been doing martial arts since she was six, but I should still be way more advanced than her! I let a sudden burst of energy explode from me and I moved faster than I ever did in P&E. Catching Veronica by surprise, I managed to pin her to the ground on her stomach.

Breathing heavily, I looked up to see a very impressed Mr. Solomon, Zach, and headmistress (a.k.a. my mom). And by impressed I mean with Veronica, not me. And they had good reason. She had awesome defense.

I got off of Veronica and straightened up. Veronica stood up. I could tell she was disappointed with herself, but was trying not to show it.

"Well," my mom said after scribbling a few things on her clipboard. "Your defense was quite impressive. Now you will actually be sparring. All maneuvers, both defensive and offensive, are allowed as long as they won't cause serious injury. Zach?"

I smirked at him. This was going to be hilarious. He looked at me and smirked back.

When they started sparring, I began to worry about the outcome. Veronica and Zach seemed almost evenly matched. Here and there, one of them would gain an advantage over the other and were on the verge of winning, but then the tide would turn and it would start all over again. Wow, Veronica was really good.

It finally ended when Veronica's left ankle twisted as she landed after a double roundhouse kick. Zach took advantage of this weakness and pinned her to the ground with her arm twisted behind her back after 3.57 seconds.

I smiled. Why did I ever doubt Zach? He was the best in his grade. But then I frowned. What would've happened if Veronica hadn't twisted her ankle?

Veronica's POV

Everything after the sparring went fairly easily. I made it through the tests without much problem, except at the foreign languages part. I don't freaking know fourteen languages! I can only speak three fluently. And some broken Japanese.

When I was done with the tests was told I would get a letter in the mail if I was accepted.

I said a polite "thank you" and left as calmly as possible. As soon as I felt the cool outside breeze caress my overheated (with anxiety and nervousness and excitement) face, I started running as fast as possible around the school just to blow off some steam and collect myself. My mom wasn't here yet to pick me up, so I slowed to a walk and thought about the last half an hour (actually it was 26 minutes 46 seconds—I always know) of my life.

I had done okay with the sparring, even though I had been beaten. The tests had gone well. I knew I was good. The question was: Was I good enough?

A/N:
So... what did y'all think?! Absolutely crappy? Totally boring? REVIEW!!! Oh yea, and in case you haven't realized, it won't always be from Veronica's POV. Oh, and sorry if there were typos. I was in such a hurry to post this I didn't read it over more than once. Tell me if there are typos so I can fix them... now REVIEW!