Secrets

Gallagher Academy

Ok, so this is my first fanfiction ever and I just want to say I totally would appreciate any constructive criticism you people want to give me. At the same time, if you are just gonna be rude, stop reading my fanfiction and don't review. Cuz honestly it's not like your gonna hurt my feelings or anything, it's just plain annoying, so yeah... Thank you! :P

Oh and I DO NOT own any of this. But I will one day... Jk. Pfft, like that would happen.

"God, Cammie! Get the hell up already!" my mom yelled in my ear.

"Uurrmmgghhhhh. Mmmm. I'm gettin up n' a minute..." I mumbled. I then proceeded to flap my arm at her limply, as if to say, "go away." Which she 'surprisingly' ignored.

"No, you are getting up NOW. It's your first day, and mine as well I might add, we cannot be late." Oh shoot! Damn, that's right today's my first day at Gallagher Academy. Ok, I have to get up like right now. I wanna make a good impression and that's not gonna happen if I show up looking like a freaking potato. It also doesn't help that my mom got a job there as headmistress. If anything people are just gonna think I'm a stuck up bitch, who just got in cuz her mom works there.

I shot up out of bed and ran into the bathroom to turn on the shower. My mom yelled after me, "Don't fall asleep in the shower again!" "God, it was one time," I muttered to myself. "I won't!" I screamed back so she could actually hear me and not have an excuse to chew me out for ignoring her later.

I started to strip down for my shower as I heard my bedroom door click shut. Ok, so she left. It's just my mom and I. My dad past away when I was seven. I'm not gonna go into the details as it's my first day and I don't feel like crying.... so yeah.

I turned the water on to the hottest it can go and stepped in. It felt sooo good. I quickly washed my hair and body, plus I scrubbed my face to make it as soft as possible. I shut off the water and stepped out. I grabbed my favorite towel -- it's really, really soft and it's purple -- and dried off.

Then I walked over to the mirror and stared at myself. I have medium length dirty blond hair, chocolate brown eyes (A/N I forgot what color her eyes actually are so I went with brown), and I'm of medium height. I'm really slim and have a light layer of muscle. I started to take self-defense classes after the... incident. I'm not beautiful but not ugly, I'm... in the middle.

Next I brushed my teeth and hair. I let it air dry because it just does it's own thing and blow-drying it doesn't do anything except make it dry faster obviously. Then I put on the uniform we have to wear for school. It's a white blouse with a black blazer with the logo on it. Also a blue, black, and white plaid skirt. We had free choice on shoes so I put on my black skin tights and black combat boots.

I wasn't really a fan of makeup so I just put on chapstick and a layer of magenta lipstick. After I traced the edge of my lips with my pinkie finger to remove any lipstick that didn't end up on my lips, I was finally ready. I walked back into my room and grabbed my back pack which I had packed the night before because I was and still am really nervous.

I turned off the light in my room after I also grabbed my phone from its charger and went down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen. I quickly opened the fridge and grabbed my lunch, which I had also packed the night before, for the same reason as my back pack.

Then I skipped lightly out of the kitchen and stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Moooommm! I'm ready, so when are you going to be?" I whined. I got a muffled, "One minute," as a response. Almost exactly a minute later I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.

My mom and I have always had some sort of clock that was in our heads. Like down to the second. We always know exactly what time it is.

"Ready?" She asks me. I reply, "I have been for a minute now. Can we go now? I really want to make a good impression." She smiles at me and says, "Yes. And don't worry, you look beautiful."