This is my first fan-fic so please be nice :)

This first chapter was basically just an intro!

I'm going to be switching between different character's perspectives throughout this story so I hope it's not too confusing! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher girls series

Morgan

Morgan rhythmically tapped her pencil up and down against her desk. It was November and two and a half months of learning about how Columbus sailed the ocean blue could get pretty boring. History class, Morgan's last class of the day was the class where her mind always took to wandering. Lately, it seemed her brain kept returning to one reoccurring thought:

She was a normal girl. Her light brown hair wasn't too curly, it wasn't too straight. She was an average height for her age. In fact, Morgan was so normal looking, she had a knack for being able to disappear in a crowd, unnoticed. She was just like any other average freshman at Roseville high. Her parents, Kevin and Kate James, were both teachers at Gallagher Academy, the snobby, all girls boarding school. They lived in the quintessential American town of Roseville Virginia. Heck, they even had a golden retriever, how was that for average?(A/N: No offense to anyone with a golden retriever, I love golden retrievers, I want one!)

But recently it was becoming more apparent that something about Morgan's life was a little...off. For instance, her parents had worked at Gallagher her entire life and not once had they taken her to visit, even though her own grandmother was Gallagher's headmaster and LIVED there! Speaking of grandparents, how come Grandma Rachel was the ONLY grandparent Morgan knew of? Whenever she asked her father about his parents, he got a sad, angry look on his face and mumbled some lame answer. Morgan knew her parents had their secrets. Even her best friend, Will Abrams seemed so mysterious ever since his parents sent him away to that all boys boarding school called Blackthorne in 7th grade. Morgan and Will used to tell each other everything, but ever since Will started at Blackthorne, she was sure he was hiding something. Morgan's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of someone shouting her name.

"Morg! Earth to Morgan!," Morgan looked up to see her two friends Samantha and Brittany starring down at her with quizzical expressions.

"C'mon, let's get out of here," Sam sighed pulling Morgan up from her desk. It was then that Morgan realized they were the only ones still in the classroom.

"You okay Morg?" Brittany asked.

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" Yeah just spaced off that's all," Morgan replied giving her friend a weak smile.

" It's Will isn't it?" Sam asked ten minutes later as the three girls were walking home.

"What! Of course not!" Morgan practically snorted.

" It's just that ever since he went back to Blackthorne in the fall you've seemed so out of it!"

Sam stopped walking and looked her friend directly in the eye. " I wouldn't blame you if you liked him as more than a friend you know. I mean he has sort of turned into-"

"A HUNK!" Brittany finished for her.

Morgan looked down at her shoes. As embarrassed as she was to admit it, they were right. When Will cam home for the summer, she couldn't help noticing he was taller, more muscular, his sandy colored hair was longer so that it framed his face perfectly, and his gorgeous sapphire eyes... No Morgan! Do not go there!

"Come on guys he's my best friend. You know I don't think of him in that way!" Morgan told her intrigued friends whose expressions gave away that they were looking for some juicy gossip to pounce on.

"Whatever," Sam rolled her eyes.

" Bye I'll text you tomorrow!" Morgan waved goodbye to Brittany and Sam and turned the corner onto her street. As she walked down the sidewalk, she stopped and stared at the house with the red door and perfect white picket fence. The Abram's house- Will's house. She recalled all the times they had wrestled in that front yard (Will would win, of course). All the times they sat in the big oak tree, just talking, and using binoculars to play I-spy and watch all the people come and go throughout their hectic suburban lives. There were times when Will would drive her nuts; he would playfully push her in the pool when she had her best clothes on. Or, he would put worms in her shoes when she wasn't looking. Then, there were those times when she had lost a soccer game, or her hamster died and he would just put his arm around her and let her cry in his arms. He truly was her best friend.

Morgan fought back a pathetic laugh. Blackthorne. What kind of a place really was it?Whatever Blackthorne was and secrets it held, Morgan didn't like it. Not at all.