The Clique-Second Generation

by Essieheartsyou

This is a story about the daughters of the original Clique characters. Massie and her family move back from England and are staying in Claire's guesthouse. But her daughter and the rest of the PC's children are NAWT getting along. Read and follow the story from each girl's point of view. Please read and review!

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer- I don't own the Clique series or the original characters.

This is the first chapter, sorry it's a little short. Anyway, please read and review. You'll see who married who and stuff as you read the story.

The Clique-Second Generation

"MOM!" shouted Hollyn Fisher. She pulled on her light blond braid in distress.

"Yes, honey?" came the faint response from downstairs.

"Get up here, mom! I need help!" there was a short pause, then the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

There was a knock on the door, and then it opened. Her mother stood in the doorway. Claire Fisher's blond hair was pulled into a ponytail and she was wearing a stylish sweater that played up her blue eyes.

"What do you need?" her mother queried.

"Fashion advice!" Hollyn shouted, "Please. I don't know what to wear on the first day of school!" Her mother sighed, then seemed to relent.

"Fine. Let me see your mannequin." Hollyn pulled a silk sheet off her girl-sized mannequin. Claire began searching through her daughter's large walk in closet. "Aha! How about this?" her mother announced triumphantly. Hollyn examined the flirty yellow sundress.

"Ugh, no way! I wore that to Matt's end-of-school bash! Remember?" Her mother rolled her eyes.

"No, honey, I do NOT remember. But here's an idea, you can look through my clothes if you want to."

"Your clothes? But they're all old!" Hollyn recoiled.

"I did have some kind or style when I was younger!" Mrs. Fisher said exasperatedly. Hollyn pondered the idea.

"Okay," she agreed at last, "but only because I'm out of options." She let her mother lead her to an old closet. It was filled with her mother's most stylish outfits. "Oh. My. God." Hollyn stood speechless for a few seconds before jumping up and down squealing "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! They're like, vintage!"

"No problem, sweetie. Actually, they're mostly my old friend Massie's!" Claire chuckled, "You know what? You can keep them. If you need anything else, let me know." Hollyn gave her mother one last hug before closing the door to her new closet.