A/N: Yes. A new story! I've literally planned this whole story out and it's got some massive twists so once you get a few chapters in I hope you'll enjoy it. Just want to say although there won't be any Zammie for a few chapters there of course will be after I get further into the story. Cammie will be a little out of character a first but she starts to become herself further into the story… However, of course I'll only continue if you lot like it… and by that I mean review to let me know!

"I don't see why I have to leave!" I protested, flinging out my hands to express my frustration.

"I'm sorry Cameron, but you have just become too much to deal with" Miss Black, the headmistress replied calmly.

"I haven't been that bad!" I argued.

"Cameron" Miss Black warned. "You have set fire to a seventh graders homework, you spend more time getting ready every morning than you do studying, you let the frogs in the science room escape and do I even need to mention how poor Evangeline feels about what you put in her bed?"

I glared at Evangeline who smirked at me from the corner. I'd never met a girl so twisted and evil before, it sounded childish, but she'd been the one that had started it all. Even on my first day she was never welcoming, she thought I was a threat to her relationship with Edmond, Prince of Italy. She only wanted his money anyway, and he fancied any girl that didn't look like a 'rat'. Of course, being the new girl I'd been first on his list of girls to try to get with, it wasn't my fault. In fact, I'd turned him down, even after a couple of shots of vodka at a party I'd told him to back off. Prince Edmond didn't take rejection well, so by my third week at the school I was labelled both 'Slag' and 'frigid'… two words that the people here were too thick to realise contradicted each other.

"It was only horse crap" I smirked at Evangeline who shivered at the memory of when she'd put on her Prada dressing gown and climbed into a bed full of horse poo. Since then she'd always checked the bed before she got in.

"That was a ghastly thing for you to do" She turned her nose up at me, her British accent made her sound like the Queen talking to her servant. "You are a beastly girl"

"Enough!" Miss Black cleared her throat. "I'm sorry Cameron, but you know this behaviour is not tolerated at the Golden Lion Academy for the Gifted and Talented. I will be phoning your parents up to have you collected in the morning"

I scoffed at her. "Good luck with that, I haven't seen my mom since I was eleven and my dad…" I trailed off. I didn't know how that sentence was supposed to end, because I had no idea where my dad was.

Miss Black blushed. "Well I'm sorry about that Cameron; I know this must be hard for you…"

"You have no idea" I replied coldly.

"My mind is made up Cameron. You will be leaving tomorrow morning. Go and pack your stuff"

I didn't bother to reply. I stood up, scraping the chair purposely across the floor, watching with satisfaction as Miss Black's face turned to horror as she worried about the state of her new million dollar wooden floor.

As soon as we were out of the door Evangeline pushed me against the lockers. "I can't wait until you're out of my room. Out of my school. Out of my life" she sneered

"You're just jealous because Prince Edmond would rather kiss me than you" I smirked as her face dropped.

"Rubbish" she spat as she slammed my back against the lockers.

"Get off me!" I pulled at her hair, trying to get her stupid skinny wrists off of my shoulders.

"What are you doing to my poor Evangeline!" A woman's voice rose above Evangeline's high pitched dramatic squeal. Her mother came speeding down the corridor towards us… not only was she Evangeline's mother but also our science teacher.

"Cameron! You again! You better get to the headmistress right this…"

"Already been" I shrugged. "I'm getting sent home tomorrow, so there's no point"

I turned around and began heading off to my room.

"Good riddance" I heard her mutter to Evangeline.

()()()()

I threw my things in my suitcase, not caring that half of it was probably Evangeline's things. Hell, she had enough clothes to last her until she was fifty.

As soon as I was done packing I fell back onto my bed, the Egyptian cotton sheets brushed against my skin. I sighed contently. If there was one thing I would miss about this place, it would be the luxurious beds. I mean how many boarding schools give the students king sized beds to sleep on?

Someone knocked on the door. I ignored it. They came in anyway.

"Thought I might find you in here" Prince Edmond sauntered into the room as if he owned it… well, I guess he kind of did, his parents paid for half of the schools running costs.

"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yep, Evangeline told me you got kicked out… I was upset to hear it; I always thought you were a pretty nice girl"

"Oh, like when you told the whole school I was a 'slag' and 'frigid'?" I muttered.

"You know I didn't mean for that to happen, I just had a reputation to uphold… couldn't have all the girls thinking I got turned down" He winked at me. I felt sick.

"Well, I'm going to bed, goodnight" I tried ushering him out of the door.

"Do you have my number?" He asked. "So we can stay in contact after you've left?"

"Yes" I lied and watched with satisfaction as he walked out the door. I fell back on my bed again. I glanced at the clock, it was only ten, but I felt shattered and I was probably in for a long lecture tomorrow with a mom I hadn't seen for five years, let alone the fact I wanted to get to sleep before Evangeline came back and started snoring.

With thoughts drifting hectically around my mind, I fell into a deep sleep.

()()()()

I woke up early the next morning, more than ready to face the wrath of an angry mom rather than a smirking Evangeline… but to my despair she was already up.

"I packed the last of your things for you" she smirked.

"Thanks" I replied sarcastically as I got changed into jeans and an old shirt, ignoring the school uniform laid out on my bed that I'd never need to wear again.

Just as I was leaving the room, Leonora walked in, her arms full of stuff.

"Oh… Cameron…" She muttered, obviously embarrassed about me still being here. "I didn't realise you were still here, I was just moving my things into your room, Evangeline asked me to stay with her now that you'll be gone and…"

"Whatever" I shrugged.

I lugged my bags down into the main foyer where the headmistress was waiting, chatting to a good looking man I'd never seen before, and a few of the teachers I'd actually got along with.

"Yes, she is a bit of a handful, watch out" I heard Miss Black warn the man. Everyone stopped talking as I walked in.

"Let me take your bags for you" the man offered. I eyed him up and down.

"Who are you?" I asked haughtily.

He chuckled. "One of your new teachers, Mr Solomon"

I snorted. "I thought I was going home?"

Miss Black pushed in front of Mr Solomon. "I spoke to your mother last night; she's actually got a job as headmistress at a very elite boarding school called The Gallagher Academy. I haven't heard much about it but I'm sure you'll be very happy there"

My eyes widened. Not only was my mom headmistress of a school I knew nothing about, but I was going to have to stay there. I sighed.

"Have you said goodbye to all your friends?" Mr Solomon asked. "You may not see them again for a while"

I looked down at the floor, a lump rising in my throat. "I have no friends here"

Miss Black laughed cruelly. "Oh Cameron, don't be silly, you have lots of friends here… look, up there, it looks like Dillon's come to see you off!"

I glanced upwards, the sick feeling rising in my stomach as he walked down the stairs, the fake grin on his face.

"Oh yes, Cammie, we've had some great times together" he smirked.

Miss Black smiled. "I'm sure you'll keep in contact with each other"

"Sure" I lied.

"Now hug Dillon goodbye, you have to go now, you don't want to be late to your new school" Miss Black urged.

Dillon didn't hesitate before he flung his arms around me. I shivered in his grasp, tensing up as he touched me.

"Lovely" Miss Black smiled as we broke away, but Mr Solomon was staring at me intently, almost as if he were trying to read my expression, his face was full of concern.

Mr Solomon began to lead me to the car, taking my bags as if they weighed nothing.

There was a chorus of goodbyes as I left from the few teachers who had bothered to see me off, but I had no doubt they would forget about me in about a week.

"So, what was the deal with that Dillon guy?" Mr Solomon asked casually. I tensed up again. I thought it was a rather strange question for a teacher to ask.

"Nothing" I lied.

"Sure looked like something to me, was he not a good friend? You didn't look very comfortable hugging him goodbye" Mr Solomon pushed on.

"Just leave it!" I snapped. Geez, I'd only just met this stranger who was supposedly my new teacher and he was already prying into my life.

Mr Solomon ushered me towards a Limo, I stared at it in shock. "We're going to be going in a Limo?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course, your mother insisted, and besides, all the girls at The Gallagher Academy go to school in Limo's, it is a very prestigious school"

"And my mother is…?"

"Back at the school" Mr Solomon interrupted deftly.

I shivered at the thought of meeting her.

Once I was in the Limo I immediately got my phone out and logged onto Facebook. No notifications. I checked my emails. No emails. I really was the most unwanted person in the world, but just as I was about to throw my phone back into my bag it vibrated and let out a shrill ring.

"Wow, someone's popular, you only left five minutes ago" Mr Solomon joked from the driver's seat. But I wasn't listening. My heart was thudding, my palms were instantly sweaty, and I felt like I was going to throw up as I read the message from Dillon.

Sad u've gone, but we sure had some fun times ;) maybe they'll be more in the future? I hope so. Luv Dillan xx

Mr Solomon glanced at me in concern as I threw the phone on the floor, but he didn't comment.

"So what's the school like?" I asked.

"Can't tell you that" Mr Solomon smirked. "You'll find out when you get there"

"And where is it?" I frowned.

"Can't tell you that either"

"So you could in fact be kidnapping me" I retorted, annoyed at his lack of communication.

Mr Solomon made a snorting sound which I interpreted as a laugh. "Later on in life, when you know everything, you'll realise how ironic you just sounded"

"Right" I kicked at the seat in front of me in frustration but let out a squeal of pain.

"What the hell… What are the seats in this limo made of?! Bullet proof fabric?!"

"Something like that" Mr Solomon smirked at some kind of private joke he had with himself. "I wouldn't advise you to kick it again"

I could feel my anger bubbling inside of me. I wasn't used to feeling inferior. "You don't scare me you know" I told him moodily.

I saw him smirk in the rear-view mirror. "Oh, is that right? Well, that might all change soon"

"Will you just stop talking to me in riddles?!" I raged. "And tell me where we're going!"

"Well you certain have turned into a spoilt brat at that school" he muttered.

I was pretty sure my jaw actually dropped open. "What did you say?" I stuttered. I felt like he'd practically called me Evangeline. I wasn't like her… I wasn't.

"I said that you've turned into a spoilt brat" He repeated calmly.

"Well maybe if my mom and dad had bothered to come and see me, or in fact talk to me in the past 5 years I wouldn't be so bad!" I pouted.

Mr Solomon raised his eyebrows, but didn't reply.

I sulked for the remainder of the journey, only talking to Mr Solomon when he asked be the basic questions.

"Are you hungry?" He asked as we drove along the highway.

"No" I retorted.

After what felt like hours we finally turned into a town that was named Roseville. It was a pretty little town, completely secluded.

"Do you like Roseville?" Mr Solomon asked me.

"Looks boring" I retorted angrily.

We drove for another half an hour before we turned onto a dirt road leading into a forest. I shivered. I was driving into a dark forest… with a man who I didn't know…

"Hey, don't worry" Mr Solomon mistook my look of horror for one of nervousness. "The schools not that bad"

All I could do was gape as we rounded a corner and came face to face with a pair of iron gates. When a Prince goes to your school there tends to be pretty good security… but The Gallagher Academy seemed to take things to a whole new level.

Mr Solomon rolled down the window and started speaking to a hefty looking guard who finally opened the gates. I could have sworn I could hear an alarm going off in the mansion, but as we pulled up in front of what could only be described as a mansion surrounded by pedicured grounds, it stopped.

Mr Solomon carried my bags for me, grumbling about how I hadn't even said thank you. Well, it wasn't like I wanted to be here. I strolled through the mansion doors, it was eerily quiet.

"Everyone's at dinner" Mr Solomon answered my unasked question. "I'll show you your room and then you can go and join them, your mother is in her office, I'll take you to her after dinner"

I shrugged. I didn't take much interest in all the historical artefacts that littered the corridors, the strangest being a statue of what I assumed was the previous headmaster of the school with a massive nose. Above it there was a poster of a girl named Jessica who was up for student council. I sighed, this would be exactly like the school I'd just come from, except with my mom as the headmistress I wouldn't be able to leave.

Mr Solomon led me into a fairly nice room, but it was miniscule compared to my room back at my old school. "You'll be sharing a room with three girl's named Macey, Bex and Liz" he told me. "This bed is yours" he said, placing my bags down on a single poster bed that looked pretty uncomfortable… I couldn't help but realise there were no Egyptian cotton bed sheets.

"I'll leave you to change into your new school uniform, I'll be right outside"

As Mr Solomon left I risked a glance at the school uniform that had been laid out on my bed. It was terrible, even worse than my old uniform. The skirt was actually knee length, the blouse looked like I was going to church not school. I pulled on the skirt and hitched it up so it was halfway up my thigh. I rolled the sleeves of the blouse up to my elbows and decided to ditch the blazer altogether and replace it with a black cardigan. I topped up my makeup and took one final look at myself in the mirror. I was ready to face hell.

Mr Solomon was such a quick walker that I nearly had to run to keep up with him, and I had to admit as we approached the dinner hall it smelt amazing.

"Ready?" Mr Solomon asked as he stopped outside the noisy hall. I shrugged. He rolled his eyes and opened the door. The hall fell immediately into hushed whispers.

"Nothing to see here guys!" Mr Solomon's voice boomed out over the crowds of girls. My first thought was where were the boys? Could it possibly be an all-girls school? But then I caught sight of a group of boys on the table to my right, all staring intently at me.

As I walked through the centre of the hall with Mr Solomon I had no doubt everyone was whispering about me.

"I heard she was kicked out for killing a teacher"

"Apparently her mom didn't want her coming to this school because she's such a handful"

"Well I don't see why we have to have a stupid code red just for her"

I frowned. What the hell was a code red?

"Cammie, this is Macey, Bex and Liz" He said pointing to three girls sat at a table along with three boys. "Guys, this is Cammie, she's your new roommate"

"Hello, nice to meet you" Liz stood up and held out her hand for me to shake. I ignored it. These girls looked totally weird. My bad manners seemed to annoy the other two girls and they didn't bother to talk to me for the rest of dinner. I knew I was being unreasonable; these girls were probably nothing like the girls at my old school, but there wasn't any point getting close to anyone; I probably wouldn't be here long.

I nibbled at the salad in front of me, trying to delay the talk with my mom for as long as possible. Slowly, everyone started to leave the Grand Hall.

"Are you not eating anything?" I jumped at the sound of the voice. I hadn't realised one of the boys had stayed at the table. He shuffled along the bench so he was opposite me.

"I am eating" I gestured to the plate of salad in front of me.

"No… I meant real food; the chefs here do an awesome crème Brule"

"No one at my old school really ate much" I confessed. "Nearly all of us were on diets, got to keep a nice figure, y'know?"

Zach looked like he clearly didn't know and his eyes widened considerably. "Sounds like you went to a school for anorexics"

I glared at him.

"Sorry" He apologised half-heartedly.

"It's okay…" I trailed off

Zach watched me awkwardly as I finished off my plate of salad. "Why are you still here?" I asked. I hadn't meant it to sound rude but Zach looked a little put-out.

"Well, I didn't want to leave you here by yourself" He glanced around the empty hall. We were the only two left in there.

"Oh… thanks" I smiled. "So, why are there only a few boys here?"

"This is a girl's boarding school, but we had an exchange" Zach told me. "So, are you looking forward to seeing your mother?"

I chocked on my salad leaf. "Of course I'm not" I frowned. "I haven't seen my mom for five years and god knows where my dad's gone off to, they both left me" Zach sat frozen.

"A lot of kids at this school haven't seen their parents for longer than you" Zach's voice was cold, and I couldn't help but think he was speaking from personal experience.

I shrugged. "Well at least their parents didn't just leave without an explanation and dump them in some boarding school for five years without so much as a note" I spat.

Zach's eyes were suddenly murderous. "You're so self-centred Cammie!"

I watched in shock as Zach stormed out of the hall… but the shock didn't last long and soon all I felt was annoyance. How dare he call me self-centred?!

Just then, Mr Solomon walked in. "Well Cammie, your mother is ready to see you now, are you ready?"

"Been ready for five years" I joked as I walked to my mom's office, ready to face the music.

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