AN: Hey! So I was going to write out Jenna's consultation for her new school, but it would be pretty boring if I did and i'm trying to speed things up fast so I'll just have her summarize it a bit. Oh! and I finally have decided on big events for the story line! I had some ideas but now they've been solidified. Now I won't be spilling any details, but I will say that all of the feedback I've been getting has helped beyond belief! Keep it up!:) Anyway, here's chapter 16! I'm sorry if it's kind of all over the place and not very well put together, I had a lot of trouble with it. I'm not sure why, but yeah.

Chapter 16

Sunday dragged on, followed by Monday which meant my Garfield consultation. Oh, and dance, dance too.

Pointe class round two was no different from the first time around, except a different combination and I actually had a friend. Now the Garfield consultation, that was interesting. It was determined that in my upcoming sophomore year, I would be enduring honors chemistry, honors English, chorus, studio art, Algebra II/Trig, AP world history, AP psychology, and AP Russian. No lunch, no study hall. Quite the work load, right?

The campus was absolutely incredible. Every single thing was up to date, from expensive lab equipment, to brand new floors, to an entirely new auditorium with state of the art lights and brand new curtains. The stage was outstanding, all I could think of was if I'd ever have the pleasure to perform on it. The building was your typical two story high school, with an additional basement and beautifully kept courtyard. Basically, the only down side to Garfield was I had to wear a uniform. I wasn't 100% sure what the uniform looked like, but I knew it couldn't be good. , my future principle who also conducted the consultation, informed me I would be starting school August 31st, which gave me exactly one week to prepare both physically and mentally.

"I can do this" I thought to myself, "It's been done before" I repeated in my head over and over again for hours and hours. I eventually began to believe it, something I rarely ever did.

The week droned by, Thursday containing three dance classes, none of which I saw Ana at. I figured she was sick, but that was just an assumption.

I never did find out what the team's last case was about, but Spencer had been acting a bit strange. Well, stranger than usual. He seemed distant, which was both concerning and disappointing. Concerning because I didn't know why he was so distracted, disappointing because we had been getting along so well. By the time Friday rolled around again he seemed back to normal, whatever normal was.

While Spencer was at work I made the decision of running errands. Where, I wasn't exactly sure, but I knew if I walked around the square for a bit I would jog my memory. I showered and threw on a white and dark blue striped quarter sleeved fitted shirt and tucked it into a pair of dark wash skinny jeans. I pulled my damp hair back into a pony tail and slipped on my glasses, throwing on my small back pack and sliding on my beige suede flats as I headed for the door.

I wandered around, ducking in and out of store after store. I managed to pick up a few books, a couple CD's, and even some groceries. And by groceries I mean rice cakes and diet ginger ale.

I retreated back to the apartment around 6pm, partly because I had been to every shop in the square and partly because Spencer was due home soon. I stashed my findings in my bedroom and sat down on the couch, cracking open "The Nurse" by Nikolai Stepanchenko, a story about Ukraine's notorious medical system as witnessed by himself, once a nurse on an emergency mental care team. A short read, but entirely in Russian. After I moved in with my aunt and uncle when I was six, I had a Russian nanny named Ivanna who seldom spoke English, and I picked up on the language and perused it in middle school and now up to high school. I was fluent by the time I was thirteen.

Not ten minutes into reading I was disrupted by a loud commotion in the outside hallway. Just as I was getting up to check the peep hole, the door swung open and the noise from the hallway flooded the apartment. Sure enough, it was the team with boxes of Chinese food.

"Hey mini Reid, what's shakin'?"

"Surprise!"

"Ciao piccolo!"

"Spencer where are your wine glasses?"

Derek, JJ, Rossi and Emily flowed through the doorway followed by an overwhelmed Spencer. I was not anticipating the team for dinner, and I took it neither was he. It was a pleasant surprise, however. "Hey guy, here you can put everything on the coffee table, I'll go get plates" I said after being pulled into a bear hug from Derek, kissed on the forehead by Rossi, and hugged by Emily and JJ. I did a head count and realized that to my dismay there was no Garcia. I shrugged it off and journeyed into the kitchen, where I found a frazzled Spencer grabbing several drinking glasses. "Hey, let me help you. I didn't know the team was coming for dinner, I would have cleaned up a bit" I practically whispered, even though I was certain they couldn't hear me. "I-I didn't know they were coming either. It was a last minute plan I assume, I didn't really have the chance to decline" Spencer stammered. "Spenc, it's alright, dinner got cancelled last week so just think of this as a makeup." I smiled at Spencer while relieving the cups from his grip. I think he was afraid about how I would react to the sudden social situation, given my shyness. Frankly, I was shocked at how calm I was. I didn't know the team very well or at all really, so now I could really bond with them.

I returned to the living room as promised, and sat in-between Emily and Derek on the couch. Everyone served themselves, and when settled in the attention was brought directly to me. "So Jenna, Spenc tells us you're starting school on Monday, in all honors and AP classes. You must be brilliant" JJ said between bites. I wasn't sure how to respond without sounding self centered. "I just pay attention and do my work, that's all" I giggled in an attempt to cover up my awkward tone. Before JJ could respond, Emily cut in "The Nurse- is that yours?" she asked. "Yes, I-I just started it about ten minutes before you all got here" I replied. Emily perked her head up and smirked. "Вы говорить на русском?" She asked, meaning 'you speak Russian?'. "Да, свободно, так как тринадцать лет" I shot back, translating to 'Yes, fluent since age thirteen'. We smiled at each other, while the rest of the team exchanged puzzled, yet satisfied looks. I supposed Spencer didn't tell them. "Did you know that the Russian language is spoken in not only in Russia but also other countries in close proximity such as Ukraine, Belarus, South Ossetia and Abkhazia, among others. In fact, there are more than 165 million people who are speaking this interesting language nowadays. Actually-" Spencer chimed in with his usual statistic, but was soon cut off by Derek's typical "Alright pretty boy, cool it with facts" and a pat on the back, resulting in a chuckle from everyone but Spencer.

Conversation ranged from school, to dance, to theatre, to Rossi's heritage, to my heritage, and then turned into goodbyes. Similar to our greetings, I received a bear hug from Derek, kiss on the forehead from Rossi, and hugs from both Emily and JJ. I walked into the kitchen and began to put away the leftovers when I was tapped on the shoulder by Emily- who I thought already left. "Hey Jenna, I was wondering if tomorrow you'd like to see a movie and grab some lunch? I checked with Spencer and he said it was alright, so the offer is open" Emily asked, grinning. I thought it out for a moment while Emily awaited a response. "Uhm- yeah, sure. That sounds great" I smiled back. "Great. I'll pick you up around one and we'll go from there" We nodded at each other and Emily left. I was pleased to have such a fun night, and anticipated a fun one tomorrow. I went to bed soon after, entirely content.