Massie Block unpacked her last box- well the last one she was putting in her new bedroom. She sighed. How could her parents make her MOVE?! And it wasn't even that that bothered her... it was that her parents made her move to Arkansas. ARKANSAS!! Dirty, Ugly, Hillbilly Arkansas. HOW COULD THEY!? And their reason is what made her mad the most. They wanted to "explore the land beyond Westchester." Take a vacation then! But NOOO they had to up and move- uproot her from her friends, boyfriend, and luxurious home- for ARKANSAS! She sighed. Her house was 10 times smaller than her REAL home. And her closet was TINY.

DING-DONG.

The doorbell rang and Kendra rushed to the door, which rushing wasn't really the word. She was wearing 3 inch Prada heels. Finally when she opened the door, she saw a girl about Massie's age. Only she looked WAYY different. She was a brunette who had on an Old Navy sweatshirt and Wal-Mart jeans. Her feet were covered with Gold and turquoise Fatbaby cowboy boots.

"Why, hello." Kendra said.

"Hi!" the girl said entergetically. "I saw your moving truck. It was HUGE!!"

Kendra blushed and said, "Actually, that was only about one third of our things. We- I mean our workers- are building us a new house. All of our other stuff will go there."

"Wow!" The girl replied with true amazement. "I live across the street. Do you have any kids?"

Kendra smiled. "Yes, I do. My daughter Massie is twelve. Why don't you go talk to her?"

The girl grinned. "Okay!"

"Down the hall third door on the left."

The girl knocked on Massie's bedroom door.

"What Mom?" Massie said, annoyed.

The girl giggled and let herself in.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" Massie screamed.

The girl ignored Massie's question and looked around. She saw purple walls, bedspread, and curtains.

"Is your favorite color purple?" She asked Massie.

"Yes. NOW WHO ARE YOU?"

"Oh, I'm Audrey. I live across the street. I'm 12. WOW YOUR ROOM IS HUGE!"

Massie looked at her like she was a 3 eyed alien. "This... is huge?"

"Pshh... yeah!" The girl replied as if it was obvious. She stepped into Massie's closet. "Your closet is... humongus!" She looked at her purses and clothes and studied them closely.

"Um, are you a tourist?" Massie asked.

"Hmm? No."

"Then why are you being so observatory?"

The girl ignored her. "Hey, how come you have a purse with C's on it when your name is Massie?"

"It's a coach purse! DUH! Now get out of my room, you Old Navy shopper greasy haired dont even own mascara little girl!"

"Actually we are the same age." She replied.

"OUT!" Massie yelled.

"Ok I'll come by to-"

Massie slammed the door shut. How was she going to survive?

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