This has been disclaimed. I don't own the Clique
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Welcome to Westchester…
Claire Lyons: The Queen Bee. The Head Cheerleader (though cheerleading is totally out). Her parents are in an elite and private group which submits special DNA into their children. Totally science fiction, right? Her power is to have anyone be jealous of her, want to be like her (or in her exclusive clique, the Pretty Committee which she's alpha of) and agree with her at first sight. Well, nearly anyone.
Massie Block: A beautiful orphan who had a mysterious childhood. She runs away with her friend to New York, but her friend disappears. She comes to OCD, not wanting to be part of the PC. She's the only one who won't give into Claire's power and she's not sure why. But there's something strange about Massie, and Claire won't rest until she finds out.
Also, Alicia Rivera: The only other successful child by someone in the Westchester group that Claire knows about (other than her brother) with the ability to put each boy in her reach under her control. But that doesn't mean they get along. Au contraire. Claire hates her guts and her countless tries to demolish the Pretty Committee. Her mother is also the slut who stole Claire's father from her mother. And she's just like her mother.
Massie Block comes to Westchester and becomes the largest threat ever to Claire. And she had a secret that not even Massie herself knows about. Claire is determined to figure out what it is.
Strange things are happening in Westchester, along with the slow disappearances of the members of the secret WHE (Westchester Human Enhancement) group, including Claire's mother. Someone spills their secret. And Massie Block seems to know a lot about it.
So what will happen? Because after all, it is Westchester.
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Preface-
Massie's POV
There were three girls sitting at a table, eating salads. They were pretty clear. I could see some people in the background. But two were blurred.
They were talking, they could talk a lot. I didn't understand much but I could see they were talking about someone.
One girl, with red hair – she was the only one of them without blonde hair – was talking. She was about to reach a name, but it was blanked out. This annoyed me, because that name seemed to be used often.
"I li- I cannot believe OCD would be accepting some type of runaway," said one of the blondes. She was wearing a turquoise halter top with sequins. I can't believe I know that. My life has never revolved around fashion.
"Well, if __ (the name was silent) is right about her latest gossip, and she usually is, then you better believe it," the redhead was frowning.
"Guys, relax, not like a stray would be much of a threat to us. It's not like she's the most beautiful person in the world. After all, she is a runaway orphan," replied the other blonde, wearing a soccer jersey and some denim shorts.
"I'm just wondering, what's her name? I think __ might have told us, but I just don't remember," the redhead wondered aloud.
"Just ask __ when she comes back from her meeting with Derrick," shrugged the blonde with the jersey.
"OMG! Here she comes! And she seems pretty happy," cried the other blonde. I could hear footsteps, the clicking of high heels, approaching.
"Chill out Olivia," the redhead snapped. "Hey __! What's the creep's name again?"
But before I saw the person coming, the scene completely blacked out and I woke up startled.
And the last thing I heard was my name.
Massie Block.
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So, what do you guys think?
Isn't it so intense (like totally not)?
I know it can be confusing, but that scene will be explained later in the story.
So I know you guys like it, please review, it will make me very happy!