FTRS Vacation (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1

Gilly's POV

When I turned 18, the crew and I decided to move back into FTRS. We wanted to help take care of the former criminals.

If you had told me when I first arrived at FTRS that I would want to be here again, I would have called you crazy, then told you that this place was terrible.

People change though. I changed a lot over the past six years. I started dating. I got a boyfriend (Jax). I became more responsible.

This morning when I woke up, I saw a letter on the table by my bed. It was an invitation to meet with Flora. Of course I immediately started to think about everything I've done in the past month to see if I'm in trouble. When I couldn't think of anything, I became extremely confused.

Why does Flora wish to speak with me if I haven't done anything wrong? Did someone frame me?

I quickly shake the negative thoughts from my head. It's probably nothing. Maybe just a few instructions on what to do tomorrow.

I quickly get dressed and put my hair in its usual ponytail. I slip on my signature boots, and place Wilson in one of my many pockets.

Life had gotten easier for me, but pockets were still extremely useful. Pens, phones (yes, we have phones now), earbuds, and mice can be put in pockets, along with a long list of other items that could come in handy in everyday situations. I also have a bunch of safety pins 24/7, they're so useful.

As soon as I reach the office, I can hear voices of multiple people inside. It makes me wonder who else is in there.

I knock a few times and the door opens revealing the Headmistress of FTRS and my friends.

"What's going on here?" I ask, slightly confused at why everyone's here right now. I thought it would just be me.

"Wonderful, we're all here now. Because of all the hard work you have all put into FTRS, we have decided to give you a vacation. The hotel has been pre-paid for and it's right next to a beach," Flora explains.

"What about the kids?" I ask immediately. I appreciate the offer, but I can't go if it means leaving the kids alone.

"They'll be fine. We have more than enough professors to deal with them. Now, the trip begins in two days so go get packed. You will be driven there and back. You will be there for two weeks." Flora says, already escorting is out of her office.

After we're all out, the door closes behind us. We all just stand there for a moment before running off to pack.

This is going to be one crazy vacation.