Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction on this account (I had another account before) and I hope you like it. It's about Massie going to school at KISS, and she's having a little trouble finding a new clique. If you guys want to SYOC for the popular clique, I'll need to fill out a form about them.
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Okay, I know it's long, but I need lots of info! I had some issues with text and font, so basically, when they're texting, if their message is bold, it means it's a different font.
Massie stepped off the plane, her heart was pounding like a drum. The Block family had landed in the Heathrow airport, and for once, there wasn't a return ticket tucked in the bottom of her Prada bag. Massie locked her clammy palm around the handle of her Louis Vuitton carry-on suitcase. She let Bean out of her pet carrier and let her scamper along behind her. Her claws clicked ominously on the linoleum floor.
"Come on, girl." she urged her puppy. She silently directed the words to herself as well. Kendra and William gawked around, snapping pictures of every sign and poster they saw. "Mom, Dad, stawp! We live here now, we're nawt tourists." Massie had noticed a beautiful girl with long curly dark brown locks watching her parents out of the corners of her sharp gray eyes like they might be lunatics. Massie flipped her short chestnut hair, wishing she'd grown it out. Meanwhile, her parents chuckled.
"Yes, Massie, but we've never been to London before. Don't you think it's magnificent?" Her mother asked, capturing a shot of a giant stuffed bear with a sign next to him that read: 'Paddington Bear.' Massie sighed, wishing she had someone to exchange exasperated glances with.
"Yeah, mom, it's great." She said laconically. Bean yipped, and Massie looked down knowingly at her pug. Massie sighed, she missed the Pretty Committee already. She whipped out her cell phone and tried to text Alicia. As soon as she tried to send the message, though, some words popped up on her screen.
I'm sorry, but you cannot connect to your
service provider.
"Mom! I can't text!" Massie gasped. "Ehmagawd! Help!" Kendra and William laughed again. Massie was really starting to get annoyed with them laughing at her.
"Sweetie, you can't text because now that we're in a different country, you need a new sim card." Kendra explained. William put his carry-on down on a bench.
"I'm going to go pick up our suitcases." he walked off towards the baggage claim, leaving Massie and her mother alone. Massie flopped back on the bench and pulled out a Vogue magazine. She slid on a pair of sunglasses to hide her puffy plane face.
"Thank gawd. I can't wait to get my hands on my Glossip Girl collection. Or rather, I can't wait to get my lips on my Glossip Girl collection." she giggled to herself, but Kendra sat up and looked at her daughter.
"Massie, you know that you packed your Glossip Girls in the moving boxes that are going to come by plane in a couple of weeks, right?" Massie sat up.
"Ehma-what?" she gasped. "But almost all of my clothes are in there!" she yelled, whipping off her sunglasses. Kendra looked apologetically at her.
"That's too bad, Massie, but we warned you that the boxes we're having shipped would take a while to arrive." Massie groaned and lay back on the bench. She vaguely overheard a conversation between her mother and- wait!
"Hello, are you Mrs. Block?" a disturbingly familiar voice greeted her mother.
"Why, yes, that's me. What can I help you with?" Massie opened one of her eyes a slit as her mother spoke.
"Well, actually, I would like to see if I could talk to Massie, but I think she's sleeping." the voice had an ah-dorable British accent.
"Yes, the plane ride really did a number on her. By the way, I didn't catch your name...?" her mother said questioningly.
"Oops, sorry, I'm James." Massie gasped, jammed her sunglasses back on her face, and sat up.
"Hey, James!" Massie's mother stifled a laugh and stood. Her flawless curls bounced against her jaw as she backed away.
"I guess I'll go help your father with the luggage." she winked at Massie as she left, letting her know she approved of her new crush. Massie fidgeted with her Juicy Couture tunic, and fake-coughed to stall time. James seemed to be feeling awkward as well, because he wouldn't meet her eyes and he slid the buckle up and down his backpack. Finally, he cleared his throat.
"Did you know that KISS is a boarding school?" he blurted. Massie nonchalantly batted her eyes as he continued. "I mean, you don't have to board, or anything, but a lot of people do. Well, a lot of people I know, do, and I do, so you might want to try it out. It's quite, er, fun!" Massie decided that since he was rambling, it must mean that he was entering crush mode. Good. She thought. Instead of answering, she looked up at him through a fringe of thick lashes and flirt-nodded. Just then, her mother and father came back wheeling the luggage.
"I should go." she cooed, flirt-shaking his hand. He smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, me too." he said, standing and walking away. Massie sighed as she watched him leave. She raised her hand in farewell.
"I'll talk to my parents about boarding!" She called after him. That was an understatement, of course, as she begged her parents to let her board the whole, long, cab ride to their new castle.
"Well, Massie, you don't know anybody, so who will you room with?" her mother asked, as her father nodded encouragingly beside her. Massie groaned and put her head in her hands.
"Mom, why can't you just be supportive? I think this is a great opportunity for me. I mean, the longest I've ever been away from you guys was the three days I went to Lake Placid in the seventh grade. I think I need some freedom, right, mom?" Kendra set down her bottle of Perrier.
"Massie, honey, I'm sorry it had to come to this, but frankly, I don't think you're responsible enough to live on your own." Massie gasped.
"Ehmagawd! Mom! I won't be alone, I'll have a roomie!" Kendra and William sighed, and were silent. Finally, William spoke.
"You know what?" he said cheerfully. "I think it's worth a shot, I mean, if she crashes and burns, she can always come home. Besides, we'll need some time to renovate our place, so it will be a nice surprise for her when she comes back to visit." he said to Kendra. Massie crossed her fingers as her mother thought it over. After about a minute, Kendra nodded.
"The school is really far away-quite a drive, really. I guess it would be easier if you boarded at the school. I'll enroll you in the boarding program as soon as we get to the new house." Massie did a celebratory freak out. She grabbed Bean and silent-screamed into her soft black fur. Then she immediately reached for her Motorola Razr to send a round of texts to the Pretty Committee. Her heart sunk as she realized two things: one, she had no sim card, and two, the Pretty Committee were no longer part of her life. She released her grip on her phone and let it fall back into her Prada bag. Massie reclined against the seat in the London cab, and fought back tears of loneliness until they reached their new house. Kendra shook her on the arm.
"Massie, we're at the house. You need to see this, it's amazing!" Massie opened one red rimmed eye and peered out. She instantaneously felt immensely better. She sat up tall, and stared out the window at the castle that awaited her arrival. She threw open the door and basked in the weak sunlight of the early morning. Massie felt instantly re-energized.
"Mom, can I have first dibs on a room?" she asked, internally planning on which angle the picture she would send the Pretty Committee, once she got a sim card, should be.
"Sure, Massie, but your father and I get the master bedroom." Massie dashed up the driveway, yanking on Bean's leash. She hurried up the grand staircase in the front hall and pushed into the first room she saw. She stood, slack-jawed, and stared around the room. It was a cold, empty, stone room with a fraying carpet in the middle.
"MOM!" she shrieked, burying her face in Bean's fur to keep from hyperventilating. Her mother came up the stairs, looking curious, if not concerned.
"Yes, Massie?" her mother asked, squinting against the sunlight that streamed through the yellowed window pane on the far side of the room. Massie couldn't believe it, she'd been expecting a beautiful, well lit room which was filled with designer furniture- or at least some furniture.
"Mom, what's wrong with this room?" Massie said, backing out into the hallway, refusing to force her BCBG heels to touch the old stone floor. Her mother walked to the window and peered out.
"You have a lovely view, Massie." she said, leaning against the window sill, since that was the only place to sit in the room. Massie huffed, and turned away. "Look, Massie, you only have to live here for a week and a half, then you're off to school. We'll have the place renovated and looking like new by the time you come back for Summer vacation." Kendra came over and enveloped Massie in a hug that smelled like her signature lavender scent. "I promise." she said. Massie hugged back.
"Okay. But where am I going to sleep?" she said looking around the bare room. Kendra pulled out of the hug and looked around.
"I'll go get an aero bed from one of the suitcases." Kendra walked off down the hallway and started down the stairs. Massie took one last look around her 'new' room, and followed.
Two days later, Massie awoke with her neck and back aching. She rolled off her aero bed, and right onto the floor. She groaned and lifted herself to her feet. She blinked with bleary eyes and peered around the room. Bean lay, sleeping, on her pile of towels. Massie's suitcase lay in disarray, with clothes strewn across the floor. She went to the small mirror that was propped against the wall and looked in. Massie herself was a mess as well. Her eyes were red, her hair was a bird's nest, and she had broken out on her chin. Massie sighed and went down the hall to her bathroom (her room didn't have an adjoining bathroom) and began to get ready. After a shower, Massie applied concealer, blush, and the gloss she had found at the drugstore nearby. She walked back to her room, wearing a plush robe.
"Massie!" called her mother. "We're going sightseeing in Westminster, better hurry and get dressed!" Massie pulled a brush through her damp hair.
"Do I look like I'm from Moscow?" she yelled, there was no response, so Massie dropped it. "But, mom!" she protested. "I've got nothing to wear!" that was true, the overseas shipment hadn't arrived yet, and all Massie had were some old 'out' styles.
"Just be thankful that they're speeding up the shipment so you have clothes to wear to school!" Her mother responded. Massie was thankful, if she went to school looking like an LBR, she'd never be popular at her new school. She plodded to her suitcase and pulled out an old mohair sweater. It was cold outside, so she donned it, along with a pair of silver moon boots, and woolen leggings. She pinned her M, and B brooches onto the collar of her sweater. She pouted all the way down the stairs. Massie knew she looked like a freak, but it's not like she would ever dress like this in school. And it wasn't really like she had a choice, anyway. Kendra and William smiled at her.
"Morning, Mass." her mother dropped a kiss on her head and offered her some toast. Massie wrinkled her nose at it.
"Is there a Dr. Juice in this country?" she asked, pushing the toast away. Her mother sighed and sat down at the folding table next to her.
"Not that I know of, Massie. But I'll see if we can get breakfast when we get there. Grab your Zip Card." Massie glowered. She couldn't believe that she, Massie Block was going to be riding the tube until her parents could find an acceptable driver. She slid her Coach wallet into her Prada bag. She had worn that bag for the past three days. It was the only bag she had. She sulked alongside her parents to the nearest tube stop (forty-five minutes away). She tapped in to the t-ew-be station and followed her parents down to the platform.
"Mom, where are we even going? This is so lame." Kendra sat carefully on one of the benches.
"We're getting off at Westminster. We're going to see the London Eye, Big Ben, and the Houses of Parliament. Isn't that exciting? We might even go to the London Aquarium." Massie made a face behind her Prada sunglasses and sulked on the bench next to her mother. When the train arrived, Massie found a clean-ish looking seat, and sat down. She glanced around, hoping to see a rich and pretty looking girl on the train, but all she saw were middle-aged business men and old ladies. She pulled out her phone and began playing Tetris. Even though she didn't have a sim card yet, she could still play games. When she got bored of that, she people watched people through her shades, looking for a girl she would like. Finally, her mother and father stood.
"Our stop is next, Massie." Massie stood, and began trying to pry open the doors. Her mother grabbed her hand. "Massie!" she gasped. "Stop! The door will open on it's own." Humiliated, Massie lowered her head and backed away. She had never ridden on public transport, and it turned out it was hard. When the door opened, Massie dashed out. She walked to the escalator and began to ride up. Half-way to the top, Massie lifted her hand to reveal her now black palm and fingertips. She shrieked in shock. Her mother looked back at her.
"Massie, what's wrong?" she looked mildly exasperated with her only daughter. Massie held up her hand in response, and Kendra covered her mouth with her manicured hand, no doubt hiding a smile. Massie frowned.
"It's not funny, Mom. I need a new manicure ay-sap." Her mother shook her head and handed her a towelette. Massie stared at it. "This is all I get?" she snapped. Kendra nodded, and pulled out her Oyster card. Massie tapped out of the tube quickly, and began savagely cleaning the dirt off her hand. They got out of the tube on Westminster bridge. Massie laughed with sheer pleasure, forgetting all about the issues she'd had that morning. Despite the sickly urine smell, the bridge was beautiful, with a clear view of Big Ben, the London Eye, and the River Thames. As they walked across the bridge, towards the London Aquarium, Massie passed by Con Men who were switching cups, vendors who were selling sweet-smelling nuts, and tourists snapping pictures. Massie's parents were among those who were feverishly holding their cameras towards Big Ben.
"Ehmagawd, Mom! Dad! We live here, we're nawt tourists!" she said, repeating what she had said in the airport. Once again, her parents laughed at her.
"Massie, just let us take some pictures. We'll let you get a sim card!" Kendra waggled her phone in front of her. Massie jumped with excitement.
"Take awl the pictures you want, Mom, where can I get a sim card?" Her mother pointed to a shabby shop on the side of the road. A man sat in a stand in front of it that advertised phones. Massie shivered, but the possibility of being able to text and call people again drove her over to the stand.
"Hi!" she forced a smile. "I'd like a sim card, please!" The man looked her up and down. Suddenly self-conscious, Massie pulled at her mohair sweater, trying to make into something more fashionable. She thrust the money towards him, and he took it, counted it, and passed her a card. Massie began trying to shove it in, and the man took pity on her. He gestured for her phone, and put the sim card in.
"There." surprisingly, he had an Indian accent, Massie had thought everyone would have a British accent. "Now you can call and text." Massie accepted her phone graciously, and hurried away, already texting Alicia.
Massie:OMG! hey Leesh! how's everything going? need any advice? xx
Alicia: srry, cn't tlk now, girls & i are on a x4 d8
Massie gasped. One, Alicia had just dissed her, and two, she'd upgraded her texts to a font that Massie said wasn't good for people who were less important than she was. Plus, Massie couldn't really understand her new text talk.
Massie: Dyl? hey, it's Mass whts up?
Dylan: Hi mass. I cant rly tlk rite now, on a d8 w/derrick :)
Massie: Dyls, who gave u permission to use that font?
Dylan: Leesh said we can all use ths font if we want.
Massie: gotta go- my new bff is calling. Cheers.
Angry and annoyed, Massie didn't even wait for a response. She shoved her phone deep into her purse. Maybe if she really had a new best friend who was calling, everything would be okay, but the Pretty Committee was all Massie had left. As Massie plodded across the bridge, everything looked different. Now, all she saw were the faces of who the Con Men were cheating, she noticed how nobody stopped to buy the nuts, and how she was all alone. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. It was James's number. She sighed and wrote one last text.
Massie: hey James. How are you? I haven't heard much from you. I guess I'll see you when school starts. If you want to meet before school for coffee or something, call or text. -Massie
Massie wasn't used to being meek. Usually, if she wanted something, she just got louder and more confident. But she'd just been pushed away by two of her former best friends and was starting to lose confidence. She couldn't wait for school to start so she could start a new Pretty Committee. Maybe this one will be named the 'Unbelievably Pretty Committee.' Massie thought. She remembered pleasantly the time when Alicia had left the Pretty Committee and tried to create her own clique called the Unbelievably Pretty Committee. Smiling at the memory, she checked her phone. No response. That's not strange. She chided herself. Maybe he's sleeping off the jet lag he got from traveling to America and back. Or maybe he's watching a movie. I'm sure he'll text back soon. Massie swallowed and went back to her parents. Kendra raised her eyebrows.
"You took your time. Did you get your sim card?" Massie feigned happiness.
"Yup. Did you get your pictures?" she forced herself to smile and act like she was totally okay as she spoke. Her mother smiled.
"Sure did. I think it's time we head home now. Would you care for some nuts?" Massie shook her head.
"No thanks, mom." They got back on the tube and made their way back to their castle. Massie went upstairs to her room and sat cross-legged on the metal folding chair they'd brought into her room.
Massie: Hi Kuh-laire.
Claire: Hey Mass! So gladd to hear from u! I miss u sooo much!
Massie sighed, glad to have at least one positive reaction. She'd changed her font to something bigger and more Alpha so she stood out against everyone else's text.
Claire: I just got home from a quadruple date with Alicia, Krissten, and Dylan. How come we never did quintuple dates when you were here? It was awesomee! BTW- did you get a new font?
Massie wanted to yell: WE NEVER DID QUINTUPLE DATES BECAUSE THEY'RE TACKY! But she was so glad to have a friend again that she let it go, and lied to Claire.
Massie: Quad d8? Sounds fun! Love ya! Xx -Mass
Claire: Alicia and Dylan say they love u! (we're having a sleepover) and I love you too. Uh, and Alicia says she didn't mean to diss you earlier, she just was really into making out w/Josh, and, um, Dylan says shejust wanted to get off square 1 with Derrington. Love you!
Massie exhaled with relief that Alicia and Dylan had said sorry, and that she was able to communicate with them via text. Then she began to worry. Alicia was having make out sessions? And Dylan wanted to go further than square one? Was she the only one with no love life?
"Well," she smiled to herself. "I won't be for long!" she checked for a text from James again, and again , there wasn't one. Massie exhaled again, this time worriedly.
Massie: James why are you ignoring me?
Massie waited, refreshing her inbox again and again, but she got no response. She buried her head in a limp pillow, wishing she could tune out the silence.
Poor Massie :( Hopefully things will look up for her in the next chapter. Remember to SYOC!