Chapter 7- Introductions (to surprises)
Edited to add(this first paragraph will be in the beginning of every chap and additional stuff will follow): Hi guys, so I decided to get back to this story finally but first I'm going to edit and repost all my old chapters. It'll work something like this: I'm either going to delete my old story and repost or enter the edited version as a new story without deleting the old one. I'm not sure yet. Anyways, so any new messages I have will be in italics and underlined like this and I'll keep the old A/N's (they'll be bolded). I don't plan to change much about the plot line (I'll let you know in the beginning of each chapter if I've made a major change) but I feel like I need a fresh start and this is the way I plan to get it. Back when I started this story I didn't know where I was going with the plot line and I didn't really edit it at all and that was a mistake I intend to fix now
So this chapter is the one that fanfiction always messed my words up on but maybe it'll work this time. If it doesn't and you want to know what it's supposed to say let me know in a review or PM and I'll send you it.
Besides those few edits there isn't much else.
A/n: Hey guys, I know this took forever but I have tons of good excuses (that happen to be true) including that my computer got a virus that pretty much attacked Microsoft word and powerpoint only. Anyways, here' s the next chapter! Enjoy : ]
The Gallagher Academy vans pulled up in front of Roseville High. It was our first day of school…well of the normal variety that is. We had our backpacks filled with the required books, and our bags would be taken to our exchange homes. We were prepared (well as prepared as one could get).
"Good luck girls." Mr. Mosckowitz told us from the driver's seat (we were going to need it). "See you next semester."
With that, Anna Fetterman opened the car door as we said goodbye to our teacher, and we stepped out into a sea of people.
I was the last one out, and I went to join my friends, who were looking up at the school, taking it in.
Bex was in the middle of an argument with Tina.
"Tina, I don't know who your sources are, but I can assure you, they're false."
"Prove it!" Tina challenged.
"Tina, I have nothing to prove. I'm telling you, my dad, , and our new Social Studies teacher were not in a love triangle 20 years ago. It did not end up so badly that my dad moved to England, because it did not happen at all!" Bex exploded her face red. Against my better judgment, I cracked up. Soon Liz and Macey were laughing as hard as I was. I looked up at Bex (I was doubled over with laughter) and stopped laughing at once. Okay, maybe I let one more small chuckle escape, but that was it. I stood up straight and looked Tina straight in the eye.
"Bex's dad and Mr. Soloman are old friends, Tina. Bex's dad has lived in England his whole life, and, like most people here, our Social Studies teacher has lived here her whole life. I'm pretty sure your sources are wrong. Plus, according to my sources, Mrs. Vainson is about 65 years old, and I'm pretty sure that's too much of an age difference for Mr. Soloman."
I turned away from Tina, and Bex gave me a look of thanks. I heard Tina give a 'humph' and stomp away, which sent my friends and I into another round of hysterics. I knew that whatever happened this semester, it wouldn't be all that bad with my friends by my side.
"Welcome girls!" Mrs. Emerald said, ushering us into our first class of the day, English. "Now why don't you fill in the extra seats in the back."
As much of a warm welcome she was giving us, we weren't distracted from the ice cold stares of our new class mates. As we walked to the back of the room, where tons of posters and books were displayed, I could feel eyes on my back. We filed into the seats (me on the end next to Macey), and I took a second to wonder why there were 4 more seats next to mine. Then I realized: the Blackthorne Boys. Since we had arrived, I hadn't seen a single sign of them. I didn't get a chance to wonder where they were though, because Mrs. Emerald had just asked us all to stand and introduce ourselves.
"I'm Macey McHenry, and yes, my father is the senator." Macey may not really be a snooty spoiled rich girl, but she sure knew how to act like one. It was my turn to introduce (and probably embarrass) myself, when the door opened.
In walked 4 Blackthorne Boys.
A/N: Its another cliffy but I will really try to get the next one out sooner. If you want to know when I plan on updating check my bio, I will update it frequently with my mini blog thing. oh and let me know in reviews if you would rather I
Update more frequently(fairly short chaps)
Make the chaps longer (updates less frequent)
Thanks to my beta Jasper1006 and reviewer Ria for helping me edit my chapters.