Clique isn't mine. Go figure.

Anyways,

Coach is the Poor Girl's Prada

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Massie Block walked into school, looking fabulous as usual. She opted for a simple look on the first day of school, and was simply wearing dark washed Juicy Couture skirt, a red dressy shirt that she found a BCBG and red Kate Spade flats. On her wrist was a Return to Tiffany and Co. bracelet and on her finger was a matching ring. A red Coach bag was slung over one shoulder and Massie's binder was in the other hand.

But the main reason she was wearing red was because it's the color of confidence. And that's what she needed to come back to OCD with.

As the Pretty Committee walked through the halls and politely thanked the wannabes who came up to them and gushed about how much the girls were missed.

During break, the five girls met at the usual spot.

"Elmagawd, its second period and I already miss being expelled." Massie complained.

"Given." Alicia said.

Kristen came to the table and slammed her books on the table. Everybody looked at her. "Did you guys hear?" She hissed.

"No," Claire answered, while chewing on a gummy worm.

"They let a girl onto the BRIARWOOD BASEBALL TEAM." Kristen said.

She got blank faces, and raised eyebrows.

"That's it?" Dylan said. "I vote no gossip points."

"Anyways-" Massie started, but then Livvy, Alexandra and Carrie came up to the table.

"Ohmigodguysdidyouhearaboutthethreenewgirlsyet?" Carrie asked.

"YES!" Kristen yelled.

"What?" Massie asked.

Alexandra butted in. "There are these three new girls from Upper East Side of the City."

"Yeah," Livvy added. "Apparently they screwed up big time. Like, they got expelled, kinda like you guys did, only worse, and no good schools would take 'em."

"And they came here," Alexandra said.

"Why does everybody care so much about these girls? God." Massie grumbled.

Claire smacked Massie leg and pointed.

Walking down the hallway were three girls; one blonde, one brunette and one redhead. They were all different, but looked eerily alike in a way.

In the center was Candi Johnson. Candi's slick blonde hair blew past her face, even though there was no wind in the hallways. Massie just couldn't even compare. Candi skirt was shorter, and her legs were longer. Candi was slim, but from actually working out, not starving herself. She was tall. Much taller than almost everybody else in the seventh grade. Where most people stood at about 5'2 to 5'5, Candi was about 5'7. Her perky nose was sprinkled with freckles, which weren't even attempted to be hidden. But she seemed to absorb her small imperfections, and make them perfect anyways.

On Candi's left was Sasha. Sasha was slightly shorter than Candi, but still towered over other girls. Sasha had thick Brooke Shields eyebrows, a strong, straight nose, big eyes and plump lips. Her face the type that you had to really look at before you thought she was pretty. Sasha's hair was curled and had settled on her shoulders. Her face was absolutely bare of freckles except for a dark beauty mark on her lip, which she didn't try to cover up either.

The redhead was Bobbi. She was visibly more of a tomboy than the other two girls. Bobbi wasn't fat, but she looked stronger than either of the other two. Bobbi had almond shaped eyes that seemed to take in everything. Her lips were thin, but her smile was warm. Bobbi was tan from being outside so much. Well, tan for a redhead at least. Bobbi was the type of person who probably had a hard time sitting still, because she was a half a step ahead of the other girls.

All three of them looked over to the Pretty Committee, then looked away and walked down.

"They totally look like the type of people to do something really bad." Livvy said.

Massie nodded to Alicia, and knew that by lunch she'd have the full story from the gossip queen.

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Alicia came to the girls during lunch. "Nothing," She said.

"Same," Dylan complained.

"They can come out of nowhere, and just get everybody to start talking about them?" Massie asked. "What is up with that?"

"If your going to talk about us, you may as well do it too our face." A voice said. Massie turned around and saw Candi looking at her. If the looks could kill, everybody in OCD would be dead by now.

"Ok, I'll say it to your face," Massie told her. "Back off, and get away. My eyes are burning from your friggen Burberry skirt."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Candi said.

"Nice purse," Bobbi said sarcastically, while Sasha flicked it with her middle finger.

"Coach is the poor girl's Prada, honey." Candi said. The three girls walked away and looked over their left shoulders, then started to crack up.

Massie turned back to the table. Everybody looked agast, and was wondering what Massie was going to do.

"Ok," Massie said. "This isn't over yet."