Massie Block rushed hurriedly into Starbucks. She didn't want to be the last to arrive, even if being late was a signature of alpha power. "No," She reminded herself, "This isn't the old days. I'm now an adult, not a stupid girly girl." She sat down on a fairly-large green table and kicked off her sandals. 2 from Wal-Mart. They were comfortable and good looking. Why wear Manolos when you can have 2 sandals?

She thought about the reunion e-mail that Alicia Rivera had sent her. Apparently, Alicia missed the Pretty Committee, (what a stupid name? Who came up with it anyways? So shallow.) from middle school so she organized a reunion at Starbucks. Kristen Gregory, Dylan Marvil, Claire Lyons. All these names were unfamiliar to her. Massie quickly ordered a latte. Starbucks was so... so expensive! Why drink 5 coffees when you can buy coffee beans and grind them yourself at home for 50 cents?

"Are you Massie Block?" A very tall, pretty girl stood above her. She looked up, "Yeah. Who are you?" The pretty girl dragged a chair open, "Kristen. Gregory." She looked about 25, even though she was supposed to be 35. Her eyes were sparkling blue, her skin flawless, her features perfect. And the tumbles of blonde hair looked gorgeous. Massie eyed her up and down, "I don't remember you."

"I don't remember you either. Except you were real bitchy to me. Or something."

"Oh."

"I'm a part-time model and a full time mom. 2 twin sons." She sounded like she was boasting. Which was what she probably was doing.

"Um, I-I work," Massie swallowed a gulp of latte, "Um, at the cinema. Sell tickets. Real good pay. I don't have any kids."

Kristen looked snootily down at her, "Cinema, eh?" She pursed her pouty lips, "Weren't you like, real rich in middle school? 'Cause only rich people are bitches." Massie winced, "Yeah, when I was young. But m-my father, he lost a lot of his money on gambling and stuff. That's why I transferred to Arizona. And... yeah." She felt a pang in her heart. Were her friends always like this?

A very pregnant woman was walking towards them. Her platinum locks were down and her eyes deep brown. She looked just like a tart, a home-wrecker. Her face was probably fake.

"Kristen... Massie..." She had a Spanish accent, a drawl, "Alicia here."

Kristen quickly stood up and air kissed Alicia. Massie just sat there dumbly. Alicia's eyes twinkled, "Ahh, the model and... and Massie- what do you do again?"

"I work as the... Ticket Selling Manager at uh, a cinema."

Alicia's giant eyes widened, "Really? Cool." She cradled her stomach, "This is my 6th baby. I've got 4 girls and 1 boy. This one is a boy too. All different dads. I'm a housewife." Kristen smiled a genuine smile, "I remember Alicia. Except you look kinda different."

"Face lift."

"Ahh. That's awesome."

Massie rolled her eyes. Who needed face lifts. They were expensive, and made people look like fake mannequins. She finished her latte and licked the paper cup. Then she dropped it into the plastic bag she was holding.

"What are you doing?" Alicia sounded disgusted.

"Bringing home to recycle. It's very environmental friendly."

Alicia raised an eyebrow and checked her Nokia, "Eh, Dylan and Claire can't make it. Just so you know, Dylan is Dylan Marvil, the very famous actress and Claire is into finance. Or something. She has 1 girl." Kristen nodded understandingly, "Awesome."

Massie felt another pang in her heart. She remembered Claire. Was Claire still the same after these 22 years?