This entire chapter is by We Oughta Buy You A Cadillac. I am only taking over after the chapters she/he wrote are done.

To:(contacts)Massiekur

From: Claire Bear

Subject: …School.

Ehmahgawd, Massiekur, I have school tomorrow. Or is it today? It's 4:00 in the morning and I keep forgetting to open my eyes again when I blink so it's okay if I'm a little confused. But, I can't go to bed, I'm too scared.

Now, I know we only became online friends recently, but I know that we are both 15 because of your profile (which has a fab background, btw!), and I'm just now starting high school.

I don't know if you are a freshman, or whatever, but I NEED HELP!

You see, massiekur, the problem is I want to stand out. And with my current wardrobe (Blame my friend, Alicia), it's just not going to cut it. Everybody dressed like me in the middle school, and it'll be the same way in high school. Blah, blah, Ralph Lauren, Gucci, Juicy, BORING!

I've been looking for ways to stand out all night (and morning, too), and I can't find any except for emo, and I don't want to cut myself!

To: (contacts: Claire Bear)

From: Massiekur

Subject: RE: …School.

…Cool it, Claire, k?

The only thing you should worry about right now is going to bed before going to school today.

Did you miss that whole lecture I gave you yesterday? Cutting yourself does not make you emo, crying does not make you emo, great music taste, awesome hair, and some tight jeans make you emo, my friend!

I have plenty of ideas to give you, I can't guarantee you'll like them, though. I mean, I do get in trouble a lot for ingenious ideas- people say they are too evil. AS IF.

If you do agree to this, you will need five gallons of hair spray, eye liner, bows, and quite possibly an iguana.

And, probably your parents permission, because this could either go really good…

Or pretty bad, actually.

Talk to you latah, it's past my bed time, babe.

So, this is basically a fan fiction between primarily two characters, Massie & Claire. They don't go to the same school, blah, blah, we'll get to that later.

And, as if anybody even cares, I don't own The Clique.

This is going to playfully poke at emo, scene, chav, prep, and any stereotype you can think of. Even those weird 'normal' people, too. ;) This is not a serious fanfiction, so whatever if you choose to hate, which just makes me famous. XD