So I am FINALLY starting the sequel to White Houses. I know it's been a long time but I have been really busy and I am just really bad at updating... sorry :( I am trying to get better though! Anyway, this is the introduction. It's a little short and might be a little boring, but it's setting up the story so it is needed. Well here it is. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Clique or the songs I put in the story.

"Where'd you go?

I miss you so,

Seems like it's been forever,

That you've been gone"

Massie couldn't believe how much her life has changed. For example, she is now living in a huge white mansion with her mom and Richard. Surprisingly, Kendra has been able to hold on to a boyfriend for longer than a month, and is actually engaged. Who knew. She wouldn't say she hated Richard, but that doesn't mean she is president of his fan club. There isn't anything she could do about it now, and she has learned to accept it. Richard seems to be making an effort to make Massie happy and she should return the favor by putting on a smile and not complaining.

Looking around at her new room, Massie felt a weird sense of deja vu. Richard does not seem to have a creative mind as she observed the too familiar looking room. It's white walls, white bedspread, and white computer by the large bay window, with the only color source being the red apple by the white chair in the corner. Massie felt a lump forming in her throat making it hard for her to swallow. It's been two years since Massie set foot on that beach where she experienced first love, friendship, and heartbreak. It was the best and worst summer of her life, and she have been trying to forget that summer for two years with no avail, and now thanks to Richard and his uncreative mind, Massie has to feel the hurt full force. Thanks Richard for the constant reminder of my broken heart. You are really winning some stepdad brownie points… not.

Massie suddenly felt the urge to take out the worn out shoe box she kept at the back of her closet. It held all her memories of that summer. Yes she knew how weird that was, but she liked keeping reminders. Although she hated being reminded and then feeling the hurt that followed; so that is the reason she kept all the pictures and trinkets she had from that summer in this box.

Massie stood up from the bed making her way to the basement which holds the rest of hers and her mom's stuff. They have most of their stuff unpacked, but there is still a lot of work to do. Massie walked down the creaky wooden steps into the basement. She found it sort of funny how Richard's house screams money, but if anyone dared to look at the basement, they would second guess it.

Massie scanned the rows of boxes for the familiar black shoe box. She sighed annoyed that it had to be in the most difficult place. At the top of the shelf behind some cardboard boxes. Finally finding a stool, she reached over grabbing the box, but in the process knocking down the boxes in front of it, causing the papers in the boxes to scatter all over the floor. She considered leaving the papers on the ground and leaving, but a stack of envelopes caught her eye. She scrunched her eyes in confusion seeing the stack of letters tied together by a leather band. What in the world? She bent down to pick them up to see her name scrawled across the center. They were all for her from some address Massie has never heard of. Massie sat down on the stool and opened up one of the many letters.

Dear Massie,

I got the hint that you don't want to hear from me since you have yet to write me a letter, but I find that I still don't want to give up. I guess people might call me a fool, but I find that I don't care what people think. Anyway, I want tell you once more how much I love and miss you. I know you are probably angry with me or don't need me in your life, but I want you to know that I want you in mine, and from the day I left your mother I have regretted not being in your life. If you finally decide to forgive me, I would love if you were to visit me, maybe stay with me for a while. Massie, I love you more than you can ever know, and would love to see how much my precious girl has grown.

Love,

Your father (William Block)

Massie just sat there, staring at the worn out paper. She was too shocked to even form a coherent thought. Her father, the man who left her so many years ago, the man who she constantly thought about, the man she dreamed for so many years would come back for her, had been writing to her. She looked at the dates on the letters to see that he has been writing to her for five years now. Massie felt a surge of anger course through her body thinking of how her mother has kept these letters from her. How her mother has lied to her for so long, how her mother would tell her that her father didn't want to have anything to do with them, that he didn't care about us anymore. How could she do this to her? Did she not know how many nights Massie would cry herself to sleep over her father? Yes, Massie knew her mom was selfish, but she never though she would be this selfish, this cruel.

With that thought, Massie grabbed the letters and stomped back up the creaky stairs to confront her mother, who was currently in the kitchen smacking down on a fig newton, big surprise there.

"I found these in the basement," Massie said throwing the letters down on the counter in front of Kendra. Kendra's head shot up like she was in a trance.

"What are you doing with those?" Kendra asked. Massie could see her getting nervous, which proved Massie's point that she was hiding them from her.

Massie ignored her question and continued speaking, "You told me that my dad didn't want anything to do with me. You told me he didn't care about me, and all along you were lying? How could you do this to me?" Massie finished feeling tears starting to form.

"I was trying to protect you," Kendra finally answered not able to look into Massie's eyes.

"From what? My dad?" Massie yelled.

"He left us," Kendra said firmly, finally looking up into Massie's chocolate brown eyes.

"No. He left you," Massie said back before turning her back and stomping up the stairs.

She couldn't believe her mom did this. Was she that selfish that she wouldn't let her talk to her own father. She looked back on the days when she would lay in her bed looking at the stars, thinking of her dad. Thinking of where he might me, of if he was thinking about her, if he missed her. She used to wish on any star in sight that her dad would come back for her. That he would at least talk to her, but nothing would happen. She saw her tears making tiny dots on the letters. She opened the letter up again and reread it practically memorizing the words that were written.

Getting an idea, she went on Richard's computer and looked up William Block. Turns out he lives in Westchester, New York. She saw his picture by a tall office building called Block enterprises, apparently he owned the company. She looked at his smiling face, he had short blonde hair looked clean cut. His big chocolate brown eyes sparkling. She smiled seeing the resemblance she had with him. They looked just alike.

Massie wanted to see him badly, and she now knew he wanted to see her to. With that thought she packed up some things, wrote down his address, and bought a plane ticket. It was time she took matters into her own hands. She walked out the door without even saying goodbye. Good bye North Carolina, hello Westchester.

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