A/n: Disclaimer I do not own the Clique nor any of the characters.

I have decided to re-edit an old one-shot into a new story. I think it has a lot of potential.

High School is nothing like what they portray in the movies, TV shows, and books. It is a lot worse than what society tries to cover up. The "mean girls" will never say sorry and become friends with the dorky girl at the end of the day. They try to hide what activities we really participate in like smoking weed with our friends by showing the negative effects of drug use. If only they showed what really goes on in high school...maybe our parents would understand.

I used to be one of those popular girls in my private school until I saw what my so called friends were really doing behind my back. My name is Claire Stacey Lyons, and this is my story of what life is like at Briarwood Octavian County Day High School.

"Claire, you are going to be late for school again. I will not write you another note," My father screamed from downstairs.

I rolled out of my bed, and pulled on a pair of ripped blue jeans and a black Framing Hanley t-shirt. I slipped on my purple Converse kicks, and grabbed my black Transport backpack off the floor.

"Dad, where is Todd?" I asked when I reached the bottom of the staircase.

I didn't like giving my baby brother a ride to school everyday, but my mother insisted we ride together. I reached for my black leather jacket out of the closet, and waited for a response before I left.

"He already left with Massie about ten minutes ago. Didn't she tell you?" My dad asked from the kitchen.

"It must have slipped my mind." I said before I left.

My dad still doesn't know I was no longer friends with Massie Block anymore. Massie is practically the Queen of BOCD High. She has the long brunette hair, amber eyes, and perfect body every girl envies. All the pathetic egotistical guys are all over her, because she is "hot" and they all want to sex with her. I can't believe I used to be one of her brainwashed friend, but now I have seen the light.

"Hey Claire, do you have a light on you?" Nikki Queen asked, when I rolled into the parking lot with my old beat up blue Chevrolet truck.

Nikki Queen had become one of my best friends after I left the "cool" crowd. Nikki has short blonde hair with purple tips and blue eyes. She was dressed in a denim mini skirt with a purple tank top and white Keds.

"What's with your outfit?" I asked as I handed over my purple lighter.

"My mom wanted me to wear something cute, and I had to bribe her to let me wear my Keds," Nikki said as she light her cigarette, and took a drag.

"I think my mom has finally given up on me,"

"So are we skipping the first day of school?"

"No, my mom is really wounded up tight so we should go into the shark pool," I said as we both took one last drag, and walked towards the school doors.

"Where's Todd?"

"He got a ride from the devil apparently,"

We walked into school with the smoke clung onto our clothes, but we didn't care. We weren't like the other students whose parents are apart of the prestigious world of Westchester, New York. We are the outsiders of school, because we don't follow the rules of how to be popular. Basically we are pretty much like Liz Lee from "My Life as Liz" the MTV show.

"Watch out here come the sharks," Nikki said as the Pretty Committee walked towards us.

The Pretty Committee is the elite clique at BOCD High anyone and everyone whom doesn't have a brain want to be apart of the PC. The clique consists of in rank order: Massie Block, Alicia Rivera (beta) the Spanish Beauty with long raven black hair, brown eyes, and huge boobs; next is Dylan Marvil (second beta) flaming red head with green eyes, and a famous mom; Kristin Gregory follows close behind Dylan, she has medium-length dirty blonde hair, and green eyes; and finally the girl who is my replacement, Layne Abeley, the girl with ombre hair, green eyes, and a sense of style other than overalls.

Layne had finally throw away her overalls, and become a fashion Goddess. Since Massie was one less and Olivia Ryan would never be apart of the PC than she turned to Layne who decided to become a clone of Massie Block.

"Hey Claire, what happened to your hair?" Massie Block sneered.

"It's called dreads, honey." I retorted.

"If you are going to be two-faced Claire, then at least make one of them pretty." Massie said with a grimace etched on her face.

She started her insults at the age of thirteen and they have only grown worse throughout the years.

"I would slap you, but I don't want to make your face look any better," I said, and high-five Nikki.

"I'd slap you, but that would be animal abuse,"

Before I could even come up with a comeback, Derrick Harrington and the rest of the idiot soccer boys came up to the Pretty Committee. You would think they would have discovered there are more people to date outside of their two cliques by now, but apparently they are still in the dark on that secret.

"Hey baby, I've missed you," Cam Fisher said to Massie.

I almost puked right then and there. They were so suffocating with all their "I love's you more" and stupid way he looks at her as if she is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Cam Fisher with his short spiked up jet black hair, and mismatched one blue and one green eyes is in love with my former best friend. I dated Cam on and off for three years until I decided I didn't want to be apart of the PC anymore. Shortly after he started dating Massie, and a year later they are still very much involved.

"I've missed you too," Massie cooed before they went full on make out mode in front of everyone.

"Let's get out of here," I said to Nikki.

We walked away from the popular crowd and headed over to the "burnouts" that were huddled in the corner of a hallway next to a couple of lockers. I sat down on the floor next to Nikki as we talked about what were going to do after school. However we interrupted by Massie and her posy.

"I wasn't done with you," Massie said as she placed a hand on her hip.

She was wearing a short purple and black Michael Kors dress paired with black and purple cheetah pumps that were probably Jimmy Choo. Her long brunette hair was straightened, and her makeup was on the light side.

"Do you want me to tell you that you are a ten?" I said sarcastically as I poked fun of her old grading system.

"As if, I would take fashion tips from you. You act as though you are this self-proclaimed anti-popular hater, when the truth is I invented you, and you once begged for me to be your friend. Remember you once were exactly like me," Massie said and with a whip of her hair she was gone.

I hated her with every fiber of my being. She was all the wrong things that happened in my life. She was such a bitch, and she knew she was one but she likes it. She likes having control over everyone in her life, but I am determined to show the world who she really is along with the rest of the popular kids at school. It is time society knows how much high school truly sucks.

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