I'm a Material Girl

Alicia Rivera walked up the steep steps into the old church, her black skirt wrinkled at the knees. Frowning, she straightened it and kept walking.

Everyone she had ever met was packed into the tiny building. She heard Kendra and William Block weeping, and the ever-too-common "I'm sorry for your loss" was barely heard over their cries.

Massie Elizabeth Block had died of food poisoning (bad sushi) at age 15.

She had never gotten to have her already-planned Sweet Sixteen.

She had never learned to drive a car.

She had never gotten married, had kids, or even had intimate relations.

Alicia couldn't hold the tears in. They streamed down her gorgeous face, smearing her perfectly-applied eyeliner. She spotted her best friends, Dylan Marvil, Kristen Gregory, and Claire Lyons by the open casket. Out of the three, Claire looked the saddest. Her makeup was smeared and looked somewhat like a Jackson Pollock painting.

Alicia felt terrible about Massie's death. She thought it was her fault. Her mind fogged up and the treacherous sushi bar came into her brain. She shook her head, attempting to shake the day out of her head like an Etch-A-Sketch, but it didn't work. Her vision spotted, and Alicia Rivera crashed to the ground, fainting worse than she did when she found out Massie had died.

"Massie, have some of this sushi," Alicia shoved the plate under Massie's nose. "I don't want any cause the boys are here, and it is so tacky to eat in public, but you should so have some!"

It was Alicia's 15th birthday, and they were at a hawt new sushi bar in New York City.

"Ah-greed!" Massie devoured the California roll in one bite. Then, smiling, she grabbed another. And another. And another.

"Hungry much?" Alicia wrinkled her ski-slope nose in disgust.

"These taste different for some reason, but they are so good!" Massie rubbed her full stomach and grinned.

Alicia woke up to the sound of Dylan yelling, "Alicia, wake up," and the feeling of Kristen smacking her smooth cheeks repeatedly. Claire was standing above them, still crying.

Alicia couldn't help but think that the death was her fault. She hated herself for it.

"I'm…I'm okay," she stood up, wobbling in her Manolo Blahniks. "I'm just a little woozy." She straightened her back, rolled back her shoulders, and walked as steadily as she could towards Massie's cold, dead body.

She looked at her perfectly straightened shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, her professionally applied makeup, and she scanned the late Alpha's flawlessly chosen outfit.

A horrible realization came over Alicia as she stared at the corpse of her best friend.

"Bitch, you stole my shoes!"

That was the day Alicia Nicole Rivera was kicked out of her best friend's funeral.

-Fin-

Moral of the story?

Ripping Burberry 'Stud Plate' Pumps off of your now-dead best friend's body is not a good idea. Ever. Not even in Westchester.

PS To all my readers:

I WILL NOT CONTINUE THIS STORY. I will, however, continue my angst oneshot series into actual stories. Please bare with me. I'm working hard :

Oh, and, reviews are appreciated.