Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic so please don't be too harsh. I hope you enjoy on what i tried to make a humorous first chapter of the "Know Your Stars- Clique Style". I don't think there is another one of these but I am not sure. Please tell me what you think after reading. Enjoy!

Know Your Stars- Clique Style

Chapter One

Massie Block came into the studio excited to be finally recognized as the star she was. Being first to be interviewed was her job as alpha, of course, but she was still a little nervous. After all, she never had an experience like this before. She would just have to cover her nerves up with what would appear to be confidence and ease.

The well groomed twelve year old came onto the stage and sat on the hard metal chair waiting for the infamous voice to start up when all of a sudden…

"Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars," the voice spoke across the speakers.

"Yea, that's me, the star. Let's get on with the show shall we? I'm ready to answer any of the questions you may have," Massie said beaming, unaware of what was about to unfold.

"Massie Block. All her clothes are fake designer."

"What??!!?!!? Do I look like a 'frauda' bag?"

"No," the announcer replied.

"Then why do you think I'm not real?" Massie asked her retort with a sense of accomplishment while her Pretty Committee members chorused a round of 'ohhhhhs' off stage.

"Because you wear fake designer clothes."

"No I don't! You know what, just forget it. Whatevs."

"Massie Block. Her hair extensions are really made from squirrel tails."

"Emawgawd that is so disgusting and gross. And not true!"

"Then why are there a bunch of tailless squirrels running around?"

"I don't know! I don't have anything to do with it! This show isn't as cool as I thought it would be. In fact it sucks!"

"Massie Block. She has five dead bodies hidden in her closet at home."

"That's sick, just like you!"

"I'm not the one obsessed with homicide."

"Neither am I, jerk!"

"Sure you aren't," the speaker said in a sarcastic tone. "Then why is your closet so big, hmmm? Its to stuff all the bodies in!"

"I am soooooo not writing about this on my blog," Massie mumbled under her breathe.

"Now you know Massie Block"

"Ummm excuse me, no they don't. You just told them a bunch of lies. Hello? Hello?" Massie spoke, but there was no answer. The announcer had already finished telling the world about the fake designer wearing, squirrel tail collecting, murdering freak.

Hey! Did you like it? Just click that little review button and tell me what's on your mind. I'll try and get another chapter out by this weekend. And to be honest, even if you guys don't like it, I'm gonna keep writing this story because it's fun. I'm not in this to see how many reviews I'm gonna get, I'm trying to share my writing with everyone out there. Suggestions are always welcome. Dylan will be the second "interviewed" if you are wondering.