There is always a time when people will feel left out. Maybe it was when you were in elementary school, or maybe when you were in middle school. But most of the time, it was in high school. High School. A painful experience for most people, but unless you had great friends or were the Queen Bee or King of the school, you weren't very important.

You would think this wouldn't happen at the Gallagher Academy, since we were all sisters (and brother), but that wasn't true. Sometimes someone would feel left out, and right now that someone was me.

Ever since I came back from that convent in Austria, my friends have been practically acting like I don't exist. It makes sense, because I hurt them first, but I wished that they would actually talk to me. They didn't even seem happy to have me back.

Now my relationship with Macey, Liz, Bex, and Zach all changed. When I ran away, I never thought that this might have happened, but I know that I had my reasons. The only thing I want now is for everything to go back to normal.

Liz and Macey wouldn't look me in the eyes. And Zach and Bex were buddy-buddy now. Fingers crossed that they weren't dating.

My uniform didn't fit. My hair wasn't dishwasher blonde. I was almost as skinny as Liz. Almost. No one could be as skinny as Liz.

My friends wouldn't talk to me, but some other people would. That "some other" people would have to be Tina, Eva, and Courtney. But when they start talking, you can't make them shut up. Well, unless you were Mr. Solomon or my Mom.

Macey was the most fashionable of the four. That was a no brainer. And she knew how to hold a grudge. You know, living with her for two years, really taught me a lot about her. Such as, when she was seven and tried to cut her hair, but ended up with a half shaven head. Oops.

Every time I passed her, she tried to avoid eye contact with me. What I hate the most is that she knows what it feels like to be left out, yet she stills dodges me in the hallways with the others.

I walked back to our room, after my regular Sunday with my Mom. It wass only 6:37, and I was sure they were downstairs in the Grand Hall eating dinner.

I purposely walked really slowly down the hall, dragging out every step I took. I probably looked really stupid to most people. Oh what the heck, I looked like an idiot right now.

As I walked up the stairs to our room, I wondered what it would be like if I'd never runaway. I would probably be eating dinner with Zach and Macey, Bex, and Liz. We'd be laughing at a stupid joke, and I would be happy, not depressed like I am now.

I walked in and headed over to my bed.

"Hi Cam," a voice said, and my head snapped over to where Macey's bed was.

"Oh, hi Macey. I didn't realize you were here."

"That's why you decided it was safe for you to come." She replied, while staring right at me with her big blue eyes. Whoa. Déjà vu. Didn't this happen a few days ago?

"Look Macey, I'm sorry," I said, and I really meant it. I really was sorry that I made everyone mad. Sorry that I ran away.

"Cam, sorry doesn't cut it. You ran away and the most we could do was wait. For FOUR freakin' months. Remember when I ran? Well I was gone for only a few days. You were totally MIA for a quarter of a year!" Macey sighed, and put her head in her hands, "I missed you Cam. I really did. Where did you go?"

"I don't know. And it's killing me. I mean, I'm a spy, waking up with amnesia wasn't part of my plan in the beginning."

"So you had a plan? Did it include ever coming back?" She spat, which made me feel even guiltier, and it added on to the amount of guilt I was carrying.

"Macey-"

"What?" she asked (and rudely interrupted), and raised her perfectly arched eyebrows.

"I really want to be friends again. I want to be friends that do everything together and share all their secrets. I understand that you're mad at me, cause I probably hurt you first."

"Probably? Try definitely." She scoffed.

"I know. And I'm really sorry. You don't know how much I want everything to return to the way it was. More than you want that new Louis-Vuitton purse. I wish I'd never run away. I had my reasons, but that stupid amnesia is annoying me like crazy!" I sighed and fell back. I stared at the ceiling.

Apparently Macey did the same thing. She fell back, sighed, and stared at the ceiling. "Have I told you that you need conditioner?"

"Only like half a million times." I replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.

"I'm serious, USE conditioner." She emphasized the use.

"Got the message. Thanks for the advice."

"It's okay, Cam. Don't worry. We, Bex, Liz, and I, we all still love you."

"I love you guys, too."

I smiled to myself. One step closer to old Cammie.

So...what did you guys think? Was it Goode? Was it bad? Should I so another with Liz or Zach/Bex? I need at least four reveiws though, so please review! Thank you to Marie Cullen 12 for beta-ing my story.