Gawd, why did her parents have to be so stupid? I mean, really what had she done to deserve this type of treatment? She had been a good daughter. Never talked back, always paid attention to curfew. Well except that one time. Or maybe twice. But worst, how was she going to break this to the PC? What if they wanted to kick her out?
-ding-
CLAIRE: Hey, what's wrong?
MASSIE: What?
Then she remembered. The blinds. Mental note: Close blinds when in a bad mood.
MASSIE: Oh umm… 5-way? I have news.
CLAIRE: Lemme get the girls
For someone who could get deathly annoying at times, Claire could be awfully understanding.
MASSIE: Thanks Kuh-laire.
-I've had a little bit too much…- Massie's phone rang.
"Hey girlz… I've got news."
"Good or bad?" quipped Alicia.
"Bad."
"Dun dun dunnnnn." Claire tried for humor.
Didn't work. "I-I'm not allowed to spend any money for a whole YEAR!"
-gasps-
"But how are you going to get clothes? Your outfits will get all boring! And what about the sleepovers? And the spa days?" worried Alicia.
"All gone… The good news is we still have Isaac."
"But why?" asked Dylan.
"Sorta like a year-long Lent thing. Only I didn't get to pick what to give up." sighed Massie.
"Oh, so you're nawt broke or anything?" Kristen sounded hopeful. "I mean, you could always borrow some of my clothes or-"
"Puh-lease, Kris. So nawt helping. And no, we're not buh-roke. I'm broke. Like you. What am I going to do? I can't wear the same clothes for a year? I'll look like Claire and her major fashion disasters!"
"Hey!" exclaimed Claire and Kristen.
"Well, sorry, but I have problems too, people. Such as, what on earth am I going to do??? I'm going to lose all respect when people find out about this!"
A crafty tone was coming through the line. "Then don't."
"What are you talking about Dyl?"
"Well you know how my mom did this whole recon thing in Canada? And yet nobody knew since her show was still running? You know how she did it? She has a genius techie geek at the studio, so he just fixed it up and made her old shows look like new ones. Take your old clothes and get creative!"
"Genius!" everyone yelled.
"Wow, Dyl. That was an actual coherent thought of yours. But a good idea none the less. Plan mix-and-match begins."
-beep-
Whew. Now it was time for some imagination.