"Ladies," My mother said as she approached the podium, "As you know our brother school Blackthorne spent last semester with us. Well the Trustees and I have decided that one semester is not enough time in our business to fully trust someone. So this semester we'll will be doing another exchange. Except this time girls will be going to Blackthorne." and whispers, shrieks, and gasps swept through the hall. "Ladies, ladies, calm your selves please." She said, "Now will these girls pack their bags and meet in my office at noon. Mick Morrison, Eva Alverz, Anna Fertterman, Macey McHenry, Rebecca Baxter, Elizabeth Sutton, and Cameron Morgan you are excused from your classes to pack." Macey shot up first shrieking, "We only have four hours to pack!" As she grabbed me and Liz by the collar dragging us up the stairs to our dorm, then yelled at us as soon as the door closed, "Cammie in the shower now! Then Liz then Bex." I do as she says (Not that I had a choice) washed my hair using my favorite lavender soap. I towel off then dress in my Macey approved outfit (Black mini mini skirt, tight blue tank top, a black mini jacket that's sleeves stop right after my shoulders puffing in a cute way, and black flats.) as Liz took her shower. Once I was done she did my hair in a braid and some light makeup. Then Liz came out in a light pink sundress and white sandals, I curled her hair and gave her pink eye shadow with matching lip gloss. Macey looks over and nods in approval. Liz and I sit on my bed playing rock paper; scissors (the regular way) since Bex can take care of herself. This is proven when she comes out in a red corset top, black leather skinnys, and red peep toe heels with bows on the toe, hair curled in waves. "Its eleven fifty-five Macey it's time to go." Liz says hoping off the bed straightening her dress. We each grab a bag and head down the stairs to meet our sisters.

After a long helicopter ride we arrive at the Blackthorne Institute for Troubled Young Men, the grounds looking like a prison/asylum type place. Dr. Steve escorts us to our rooms making sure none of the boys see us (which proves difficult. I mean he's not the world's best spy and Liz keeps breaking stuff and I have to cover her mouth when she yells "Oopsie Daisy!"), then Liz, Mace, Bex, and I are left in a big room with two queen beds, a flat screen, a huge walk-in closet (they must of heard about how much clothes Macey has), light blue walls and stone flooring with a big blue shaggy run in the middle of it. We touch up our makeup, then head down to the cafeteria for dinner and to introduce ourselves. We stand outside the door when Bex leans over to me, "I dare you to sneak in there and see if anyone notices you." "Challenge accepted." I say and slip into the hall.