Okay guys, here it is! This is the official prologue to the sequel.

For those of you who were worried about the original girls not being around, I've got a surprise for you all later on. Speaking of surprises, I've got another one, but you might not be so happy about this one. It turns out that we've been having trouble with the website, so it might not be up until the first or second chapter. So sorry for that guys!

Enjoy!

Keyarrah

(Sorry guys. This is the revised version of this chapter. For some reason the breaks in the chapter didn't appear. All fixed now!)

The story that I am about to tell you is in fact, a very weird one. Some say that our births were simply coincidental. Some say that our mothers planned our births. (I know for a fact that they didn't, though). Others say that we are miracles. What do I think? I think that we were born to continue what our mothers, and those before them started all those years before…

It all started on April 15th 2018, when my aunt Raven had an announcement to make.

Raven sat nervously on one of the couches of her and her husband Mark's new apartment. Mrs. Raven Parker faced six of the best friends that she'd ever had with an announcement that she knew would knock half of them over. She took a quick glance around the apartment as she gathered up her words. The apartment wasn't much of anything to fawn over, but it was good enough for she and Mark while she was still working as a secretary for a local California music producer.

"…I'm pregnant." She finally spit out.

Jazz shrieked and attacked her in an almost flying hug. Sam, who sat on the other side of where Jazz was sitting, smiled excitedly, yet tiredly.

Raven could understand why she was a little drained though; on her lap sat two little children, Lindsay, who was four going on five, and little Ryan, who had just turned two.

"Rae, that's awesome!" Emma laughed, twisting her wedding ring around her finger. She couldn't help feel a twinge of jealousy though. She and her husband Charlie had been trying to have a baby for almost a year.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Ashley was playing with her young daughter, Sarai, who was two. Sarai was a bit cranky and was currently pulling on her mother's newly magenta dyed hair.

"Ouch. Sarai!" She lightly smacked her daughter's hands away from her head before turning to her friend. "Raven, I'm happy for you. Just be prepared to deal with this." She gestured to her daughter who was making a mad grab for a lock of her hair.

Little Ethan, Jazz's son, pulled on his mother's pant leg. He was definitely not a huge fan of being ignored. The five-year-old gave up though, and went back to playing with his trucks.

His cousin, Ryan squeezed a pudgy little hand out to him, as if to indicate that he wanted the truck. Ethan threw him a dirty look before blatantly turning the other way. He hated sharing with Ryan. All he ever did was throw his toys and break them. Jazz took the truck without a second thought and handed it to Ryan with a reprimanding glance at her son. Ethan's only response was a sulky pout.

Annica laughed at the children before turning and smiling at Raven. "So, did you tell Mark yet?" she asked.

Raven nodded. "He's ecstatic. Ran all over the place. I think he's out right now getting paint for our non-existent nursery." Everyone laughed.

"How many months along are you?" Roxie asked, observing Lindsay, who looked half-asleep. The little girl nodded out on her mother's lap.

"Not long. I should be due in about January." Raven explained.

"Well…I guess that means no more alcohol for you!" Jazz teased. The other six laughed quietly, as not to disturb the sleeping girl.

Life went on as usual until my Aunt Emma realized on June 30th, 2018, that she had an announcement of her own.

"Guys…" Emily 'Emma' McKinley called out from the bathroom.

She knew it was stupid to be trying this. Besides that, she had a fitting for her first couture shoot in less than an hour. If she went there with disappointment written all over her face, it would ruin everything. If this turned out to be false she swore she'd just die.

"Would you hurry it up? I've had to pee like something else for the last six minutes!" Sam called back crabbily.

"Oh shut up, Sam. Drink less water. Yes, Em?" Annica called back.

Emma took a deep breath.

"…What does it mean when it's blue?" Emma asked.

She was met with silence.

"…Em…" Raven was the first to speak. "…Wanna have a double baby shower?"

Emma ran out of the bathroom, clutching onto the doorframe with one hand while wearing a bewildered look on her face. "No way…"

Sam threw the box at her. "Yes way! Now move, I've got to pee!"

So of course, it was a bit of a surprise (or maybe not), when exactly three days later, my mother, Sam, had news on July 3rd, 2018.

"What will you have to order, ladies?" the waiter asked the six who were sitting at the table. They were all waiting on Sam.

"Uhm, can you give us a minute, our friend is—"

"Right there." Ashley nodded at her older sister who was walking in just then. Emma and Jazz waved her over and she sat next to Annica.

"We're ordering, Sam. I'll have a lemon water, and dry toast, butter and jelly on the side." Raven ordered.

"Same for me." Emma nodded.

"Coffee—black, no sugar. And a bran muffin." Roxie ordered. Jazz made a face.

"Ew, Rox. I'll have a diet coke, and a regular muffin, thanks." Jazz looked over to Ashley.

"Sprite, and an onion bagel with butter, please." Ashley replied. The waitress wrote it down and looked to Annica.

"Tea with cream and sugar, and the Belgian pancakes." Annica cleared her throat. They all turned to Sam who looked up from the menu.

"Uhm…I'll have the French toast, and a lemon water also." The waiter nodded, wrote it down, and walked away.

"What, no coffee?" Ashley questioned. Sam shook her head quietly.

"So, we still doing Fourth of July at my house?" Roxie asked them.

Everyone gave different indications of agreement.

"Okay, so, Annica, you're bringing the decorations, right?" Emma asked.

Annica shook her head. "Nooo…you're bringing the decorations," she moved her elbow as the waiter came back with the drinks. "I'm getting the fireworks."

Ashley disagreed while sipping her Sprite. "Nuh-uh, missy. I'm getting the fireworks."

"Can't you guys be organized for once?" Jazz stirred her coke around. "If you're getting the fireworks, then who's getting the alcoholic beverages?"

Emma snickered. "So concerned, Jazz. And you were just a little too sad for Raven, too. What, you started heavy drinking?"

Jazz rolled her eyes. "No, but I want to make sure that someone responsible is getting it if the guys insist on having it. We really don't want something to happen like last year." Ashley huffed at the pointed look that she received.

"Okay, Fen—…Baxter." she corrected herself. "I leave a half empty cup of Smirnoff near your kid ONCE. Is it MY fault he streaked through your neighbor's yard in a Danny Phantom cape? Maybe so. But it was ONCE and I highly doubt that Ethan's developed a drinking habit at the age of five." Ashley defended.

"Why are there even Danny capes? Danny doesn't wear capes." Annica pointed out.

Roxie scoffed. "Anyway, no, Ashley's not getting the alcoholic beverages for obvious reasons. The older, more responsible maiden-named Manson is getting it, right Sam?"

They all turned to Sam.

"Actually…I was wondering if I could bring the decorations." Everyone dropped their straws and spoons. Jazz stared at her suspiciously.

"Excessive peeing, no coffee, and no alcohol. You're pregnant, aren't you?" she accused with a smirk.

Sam tried to fight off a smile.

"You are! You baby-popping trollop!" Emma cried, earning a glare from an elderly woman behind them.

"Yeah, I am." Sam admitted, her cheeks reddening.

"Another one…Wow. Is that all you people do all day—sit around and procreate? So anyway," Roxie continued as the waiter came their way with the food.

"Boozy wants liquor, so who's gonna get it?" she jerked a thumb towards Jazz.

"I am not an alcoholic, you tartlet!" The elderly woman got up and left as she gave them all glowering looks, earning snickers from everyone but Jazz who slunk down in the booth with an embarrassed smile.

But on September 15th, 2018, when my aunt Jazz's secret was revealed, it got a little weird.

"Ethan, don't touch that! Damnit, I swear if you open that cabinet again I'm going to put you up for adoption! There are no cookies in there!" Jazz screamed for what seemed like the billionth time.

"Jeez. Monthly PMS, much?" Raven questioned, picking Ethan up.

"More like permanently." Annica muttered.

"More like child abuse." Sam corrected her.

"Go to hell." Jazz muttered bitterly.

"Oy! Dash, you put up with this all day?" Emma called to him from the kitchen where she had, in spite of what Jazz had been screaming, found cookies for her godson. She had a somewhat noticeable bump, as did Raven and Sam.

"Only because she's pregnant!" he called back from the living room over the roar of ESPN. Jazz immediately felt six sets of eyes glued to her.

"Sniff this…" Ashley shoved her Starbucks cup at Jazz who turned her head in disgust. They all knew for a fact that when Jazz was pregnant with Ethan that she couldn't stomach the smell of it.

As if on cue, Jazz nodded her head to answer their silent question.

"Seriously, will one of you four get a HOBBY?" Roxie cried out.

"I don't know how you can take two kids," Ashley sighed, sipping her coffee. "Or three." She nodded at her sister.

Was it karma? That's what my mom said. On October 5th, 2018, my aunt Ashley was the fifth to join the club.

"There's no way. I told Dr. Sheffield that there was NO WAY." Ashley growled into the phone.

"Is this normal?" Emma wondered into the receiver. "Maybe it's like one of those things that happens with periods. You know, how best friends have periods at about the same time?"

"Oh yes," Jazz scoffed. "Because my husband had nothing to do with it. I caught my baby from Sam."

"My baby's not contagious." Sam huffed, mock-affronted.

"This is sickening." Roxie drawled.

"You do realize that you and Annica are next, don't you?" Sam asked. Raven voiced her agreement.

"Nuh-uh. Shawn and I are infertile. I have accepted and embraced it. If I want a baby, I'll get one. When I want one." She added.

"Where, off the Home Shopping Network? I can hear you now. 'Oh yes, my name is Britannica Hartfield. I'd like to order a baby. …Do you have any in 'East Asian'? We've had our eye on one of those'." Roxie laughed.

The others laughed too.

But no one was laughing four days after Christmas, December 29th, 2018, when Aunt Annica unwrapped her last present from Santa.

"…You cursed her." Roxie pointed at Sam.

"What?!?" Sam cried, putting a hand on her stomach in defense.

"You cursed her!" Roxie repeated as they all stared at the six pregnancy tests lying in a straight row.

"I'm infertile. This is impossible…Should I take another one?" Annica groaned, lying against the tree.

"I don't think you have enough fluid left in you. Face it. You're knocked up." Ashley replied, eating part of the roof off of the gingerbread house sitting next to her.

"HEY!" Lindsay cried out, snatching her house from her aunt.

"Learn to share." Ashley called after her as she stomped to her room.

"Stop bullying my kid." Danny Fenton stretched tiredly and scratched at his exposed and well-toned abdomen as he walked down the stairs. He kissed Sam lightly, rubbed her stomach, and headed towards the kitchen.

"And you wonder why you're on your third kid." Roxie said to Sam who stuck her tongue out childishly.

"Well, Roxie. You're next." Raven leaned her head on Emma's shoulder.

"No. There's no way. I'll stay celibate for the rest of my marriage if I have to. I am NEVER going to be sucked into this freakish thing you six have going on."

My aunt Roxie of all people should have known never to say 'never'. On March 17th, 2018, it was official. Something strange was going on.

"I hate all six of you." Roxie announced as Emma opened the door to her house. Emma burst out laughing.

"Raven started all of this!" she laughed.

"Oh my freaking freak…by this time next year, there's going to be seven little…us-es running around the place." Ashley sighed.

"And to think. Ten years ago, the only thing the seven of us had to worry about was stealing underwear and taking pictures." Raven laughed.

They all looked at each other in an eerie silence.

"…Impossible." Jazz cut them all out of their thoughts. "A game, a stupid game we played in high school, is not the reason for all of this."

"It was ten years ago, Jazz. Literally, a decade ago. That stands for something." Annica said.

"So? What does 'The Secret Assignment Club' or the game have to do with us having our kids at about the same time?" Emma asked.

"…Everything. Think about it. What was the one thing that would have made the game so much better for us?" Sam asked. Everyone shrugged.

"If we were all in the same grade and if we were all the same age. You all remember how upset we were when we split up one by one because of graduation." Sam answered.

"No! No way! There is no way that some game we played, I repeat, TEN YEARS AGO, has anything to do with this. There is a logical explanation to this. Maybe…maybe there's something in the god-forsaken WATER SUPPLY! I don't know. But for this," she gestured to all of their abdomens. "to have to do with 'The Secret Assignment Game', or more importantly, 'The Assignment Club', is ridiculous!" Jazz cried.

"When did your sister find out about the game?" Ashley asked Annica, basically ignoring Jazz's argument of logic.

"In…1988, I think." Annica answered. "Then, when she was old enough, she played it in…1998…" They all looked at each other.

"NO." Jazz refused.

"When did we learn the game?" Emma asked.

"2008. Right after Christmas break." Annica answered. Jazz shook her head.

"Guys, are the pregnancy hormones going to your brains?!? NO. Yes, I'll admit that it'll be a blessing and then some that our kids will be able to hang out, and be friends, and hopefully not do HALF of the things we did growing up, but to say that this all came from a game? A game?" Jazz shook her head again. "No."

"How old will our kids be in about…2028?" Raven asked.

"About ten." Sam answered. "Definitely not old enough to know about a 'secret' anything."

"Hmm. How old will Lindsay be?" Roxie asked. Sam shrugged.

"About fourteen. Why?" Sam questioned.

"See!" Jazz cut in. "It just doesn't add up. Okay, if our kids were going to be in their late teens in ten years, then yes. I would start to wonder about it all. But see, it's just coincidence. Our kids won't be old enough to know about anything we even thought about doing at Casper until at the least some time in the 2030's...Maybe 2033-34. And-"

Annica held up her hand and interrupted her. "That's it. Hold on, let me check."

She whipped out her cellphone and speed-dialed someone. "Uh-huh…yeah. Hey Jackie. Do you remember when 'The Secret Assignment Game' was first invented? ...Uh-huh. Oh…really? Okay, hold on, I'm gonna put you on speakerphone. Say it again."

Annica pushed a button and all was silent.

"I said, 1934." Jackie's voice rang from the phone.

They all looked around at each other and Jazz's eyes were wide with realization.

"We're not talking about ten years," Annica said, as she hung up the phone and wrapped her arms around her growing stomach. "I think we're talking about a hundred of them."

Roxie gave a sigh. "So should we not even hope for boys?"

Emma gave a dry laugh and put a pillow over her face.

As predicted, we were all born in the same year…and we were all girls.

The story that I am about to tell you is in fact, a very weird one. Some say that our births were simply coincidental. Some say that our mothers planned our births. (I know for a fact that they didn't, though). Others say that we are miracles. What do I think? I think that we were born to continue what our mothers, and those before them started all those years before…

I think that the game was magical.

I think that we were born to carry this legacy throughout our lives…that we are supposed to teach this game to our children, and they will teach it to their children, and so on.

The game has this crazy way of not only causing trouble, but also getting you out of it. It has this magic touch that brings some closer together, drives some apart, but either way makes you glad that it did.

This is the story of Alexis Fenton, Bridget-Victoria McKinley, Leslie Baxter, Anya Hartfield, Skylar Manson-Bryant, Leanna Foley, and Jolene Parker.

This is the story of The Secret Assignment Club II.

There's the beginning guys. Next chapter, you get to meet Alexis and the other girls.