The Great Westchester Massie-kur
Note: This will not be in the same format as the Clique books are!
Disclaimer: The Clique is not mine, kay?
Chapter One
Massie Block fanned her shiny hair out over her shoulders. She tugged at her flowing pink tank top and turned around so she could make sure her denim short-shorts hugged her butt. I look perfect, she willed herself to say in her mind. It became a silent mantra, assuring herself of her confidence.
She smiled into the mirror, straightened her posture a little more, and pictured a glittering tiara wrapped around her head. Perfect, she repeated again. To soothe her jittery nerves (yes, Massie can be unconfident sometimes too), she took a few deep yoga breaths. She mentally switched to a different mantra as she fumbled around for her shoes. I will be the prettiest girl in the room.
"Sure," she mumbled. "I can be on camera for Merri-Lee Marvel, broadcasting live to millions of TVs, but nooo. I can't even work up the confidence when it comes time to go to a going-away party for Claire." She froze, instantly struck with realization, and forced her eyes to hold the tears back.
Suddenly, the shoes she was looking for came crashing down. The metallic pink wedges, which Massie set on top of her wardrobe to avoid scuffs, got bumped and hit Massie's spine. She put her mantra on pause to squeak in pain and shake the shoes off.
There came a feminine giggle from the doorway. Massie glared out of the corner of her eye, annoyed that someone was mocking her. She turned her head, and her heart sank right down to her ankles.