The Girls Gymnastics team.

Clad in tight colorful assorted leotards, the girls' gymnastics team nearly fell off their uneven bars at the sight of me. I ducked behind Bridget, my face full of surprise and shame.

"Ho-Hold on!" Looking over Bridget's shoulder I captured the intrigued looks of the beautiful gymnasts. "This space is reserved for the art class I am supposed to be posing for! What are all of you doing here?"

The young women glanced at each other quizzically until one of them stepped forward. She was quite familiar.

"Ah Avery, how good is it to see you again." Her brown eyes looked me up and down as if she could see through Bridget. "And under such favorable circumstances."

Recognition finally dawned on me. "Cassidy?" I have only met this mysterious girl in passing either through Jack or Rorke.

"That's me," she tilted her blond locks. "I am working as a sub for today for the gymnastics team, but I digress. Now back to business, Professor Sands left me with a message for you: The art class had to move due to a huge wave of students transferring right in."

Deja vu. "Are you kidding me!? Again?! Where are they now?"