HEY PEOPLES! Don't kill me! I know it's been a while, but I have had major writer's block and I have been trying to write this book….

SOOOOOOOO

Enjoy, this may suck because I'm just throwing stuff together.

Cammie's POV

We walked to the room we are supposedly staying at, and I nearly barfed.

"PINK? WHAT THE HE-" I was cut off when Abby came up behind me and started laughing. Hard.

The room was COVERED with pale pink and lace. Lots of lace.

"Stupid bloody stereotypes! We aren't 6 years old!" Bex hollers, and checks the bathroom.

"Hey! This looks like my old room!" Liz cried defensively, and Macey was too busy laughing at the horrified look on my face.

"It's alright girls, Dr. Steve picked out the rooms, and I will see to it that this is changed. Meanwhile, you can either stay here, or help me fix up this place I found in the east wing…?" she trailed off and looked at us expectantly. Meanwhile, I had somersaulted over to the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes the minute she said 'fix up', knowing Macey was going to dress me up.

We put on old shirts and shorts, and walked to the east wing.

"Okay, this is it!" Abby said, false-dramatically.

She opened the concealed doors to reveal…

The dustiest place I have ever been in,

And trust me, I have been in a lot of dusty places.

"I was thinking a couch over here, and maybe a small kitchen right here, and a library for little miss bookworm over there, and the world's best stereo system in that corner, and your beds over there," Abby started planning, while we stared at her.

"How are we ever going to pull this off?" Abby just smirked and we got to work.

Skipping boring details that none of you want to read….

"Oh,"

"My,"

"Bloody,"

"Gosh,"

The dusty old library had been transformed into the coolest place ever! (Maybe not, but it was pretty nice…) there was four really really nice beds, all of which custom decorated to fit our style, and Abby's king sized bed, since she was staying with us. Apparently Gallagher didn't trust the boys that they wouldn't sneak in and rape all of us, so we each had a (Female) teacher with us. My mom would've been in our room, but she was called on a mission in Afghanistan.

"I officially love you Abby!" Macey squealed. Yes. Macey squealed!

How out of character is that?

Anyway, we had this sweet stereo system and a huge Macey-sized walk in closet.

I know I'm boring you with details, but guess what happens next?

Abby, the supposedly adult, suggests we go bug the boy's rooms.

And she is the adult.

Psh, I wasn't planning to do that all along, no what are you talking about?

"Oh and before we go," I say, speaking in Latin, which Solomon informs me no Blackthorne boy knows. "We should probably get rid of the bugs Zach and his three friends planted," my best friends gape at me and my aunt gives me a look that says 'What took you so long?'

"AHHH!" Macey screams from the bathroom. "THEY PUT A CAMERA IN HERE!"

"Perverts." I mutter, smashing the last of them.

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Cammie's POV

So after we bug Grant Newman (Who has a playboy stash under his bed, which Bex threw out the window) Jonas Anderson (Who has a teddy bear) and Zachary Goode (Who spends way too much time on his hair) it was about 3 in the morning.

We all passed out on our beds, and too soon was it morning.

"SHUT UP MACEY I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT MASCARA AT SIX IN THE MORNING!" I scream, having enough with her complaining she put on brown mascara instead of black.

"Cammie! Your turn!" Bex hollers, dragging me to the bathroom to get all 'dolled up.'

"I hate you guys." I mutter as four hands come at me with beauty products, most of which are only legal in North Korea.

We walk, no, more like we strutted into the grand hall, eyes following us. My favorite pair of boots squeaks on the tile floor and we sit next to the other sophomores.

"Hello ladies." A deep voice calls, and Bex nearly swoons.

"What do you want Grant?" I ask, determined to be the only of my sisters to not fall all over a guy.

"Hey Nick. Long time no see, you liar." Macey says calmly to a surfer guy hiding behind Grant.

"Macey! I can explain-" Macey just shakes her head and leaves the great hall. he follows her.

"Hey Gallagher Girl." A cocky voice says, and tense up.

"Which one?" I ask, knowing that voice from somewhere.

"You of course," the voice says, and I turn to see Zachary Goode, the person who's arse I whooped, smirking at me.

"Go die in a ditch cocky bastard." I mumble, not in the mood to deal with a smirking god-

Wait. Did I just call him a god?

Ah crap.

"Now is that any way to treat your guide?" he asks. I have known him for less than 30 seconds and already I want to punch him.

"I know my way around well enough, if you'll excuse me." I say, walking out alone, since Bex and Grant are all over each other, and Liz and Jonas are working on a way to solve the energy crisis with a gum wrapper and a shoelace. I wander around, quite familiar with the halls, since I use to visit the staff, who are practically my uncles, since I was six months old. (I don't remember If I said that in another chapter, or if she didn't know about Blackthorne before, but I'm too lazy to check, so this is how its gonna go) I see my dad's photo on the wall, and I feel slightly better knowing he is practically worshipped here. Even if he's gone.

I explore more, until the bell rings for first period, P&E.

I'm gonna show those boys what a Morgan is made of.

Eh, short and sucky, bear with me.

Sorry no turned on Zach, that comes next chapter if I remember.

I will be updating more because I have ideas now! Butttttt I do have a lot of homework….

Teachers hate me…..

Oh well, see ya later losers!