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UGG-LY AND STIL-GHETTO

Allison DeLaurentis walked proudly up the steps to Kassidy Morning, her new private school. She looked around but never faltered, even though her heels made her almost a foot taller. They were Gucci platform-wedges, dark purple. Her black plaid skirt was barely six inches down from her hips. Hey, there was nothing in the dress code about wearing your shirt almost five inches high than standard! And there was also no rule about what color tie you had to wear—that was why she had bought five of them, each only under seventy five dollars, last night. The one she was wearing right now was light lavender and looked like lingerie for your neck. She had seen the stunned-by-her-beauty principal glance at it and gulp. He didn't say anything about it.

Ali smiled. He was hot, too. He was probably only in his twenties. She definitely had a chance with this guy. Ali giggled viciously in the back of her head, recalling his face. He face pale, with very little facial hair; you could even tell that he had to shave twice a day, and that he had had to do it fast, because there were little red marks on his jaw and chin, and right above his mouth there was a little bit of stubble. He had dark blonde hair, like Ian's—shiver—and dark, burgundy eyes.

Perfect.

When Ali reached the doors, she waited for a hot lacrosse or football player to hold the door open for her. She waited a few seconds, but obviously, they were all in front of the school punching each other in the arms and acting like douche bags. So instead of an attractive, starry eyed macho-man hold his arm out for Ali, a short girl in tiny black Uggs stumbled towards the door, opened it, and almost closed it in Ali's face.

Before the door slammed, another girl behind Ali called out, "Omi! Wait up!" And grabbed the door before it could slam, slipped inside, and didn't look back. Ali watched from behind the glass door as the two girls collided and knotted their elbows together. So...one with Uggs and the other with black Stilettos. How last season. Her face turned tomato red. They hadn't even glanced at her, let alone stared. Were they the It Girls? Probably. They both had thinner torsos than Aria Montgomery had had and their waists were tinier than even Ali's. They definitely looked like the head girls at this school.

Well, Ali was going to buy their stock. And then she would destroy them, from the inside out.

But, first things first, she had to meet them, and she had to do it stunningly. She opened the door herself, beautifully angry, and quietly stormed towards them. Their backs were facing her, and at first she was tempted to tap on their shoulders. She remembered, however, that that was how Mona had first greeted her, and she definitely didn't want to be the nosy little wannabe. Her heels click-clacked as she walked pettily in front of them and glanced at the names on the doors. Her first period English teacher, Mr. Enercick, was a hard guy to find...

"Do you need help finding anything?" someone called in a sweet, slightly-dark tone.

Ali turned around, her eyes lighting up, expecting the Ugg or Stiletto girl to be standing behind her with her hand on her hip and a pissed off look on her face. It wasn't though.

This girl was short for her age and had dark red ringlets that went down almost to her hips. She was wearing the standard Kassidy Morning uniform, but her blouse was unbuttoned a lot and her tie was hanging loosely around her neck, completely undone. Her tie had hundreds of dark blue roses twirling around in it and the tie made her glassy blue eyes pop. She was, in a word, perfect. Her pale face glowed. Her red lips were glossy and naturally red.

The two girls in the back snickered. Obviously, the girl wasn't on their "Favourites" list. Ali gulped and was struggling deep in her head for her next step. How could this be? Ali always had things under control. Always. After all, she had the cleverness and power to manipulate three smart girls and murder two other ones. Although one of them was blind, so it wasn't exactly the hardest thing to do.

"No," Ali snapped, but she smiled. Then she turned and strutted towards the last door that was marked 'Enercick' and she took her seat. Today was practice. Tomorrow was the real game.