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Westchester, NY
Massie's Bedroom

MPOV

10:00 AM
I rolled out of bed and slipped on a pair of Juicy sandals, making sure not to step on Bean in the process. Living in Westchester – land of the rich and not-so-famous - was nothing but normal – but I still managed to make it fabulous. I walked towards her mirror, checking my hair was a daily routine. The intercom buzzed, then Kendra Block's voice came over the speakers. "MASSIE. Get down here, Richard and I have something we need to talk about."

I rolled my eyes, then walked over to the speaker. "I'll be down in a second." Richard was my stepfather; I had never met my real dad. I pulled a DKNY silk robe and walked downstairs, Bean in my hand. "Come on girl, come on. It's okay." I told her, most likely trying to re-assure myself. Mom and Richard were sitting there, I could tell the reason for her not smiling wasn't because her recent botox ejections. She failed when she tried to smile, and Richard patted her on the back. My eyes opened, and a million things raced through my head. "Was I going to die in three weeks? Is mom going to die? Are we poor? Do I have to put Bean up for adoption?" Were some of the things I was thinking about.

Mom sniffled. "Massie. I wanted to wait to tell you this, but your father called."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "So? He's right next to you."

"No Massie, your real father. William Block. He lives in Huntington Beach, California. And he wants you to live with him," Kendra said, waiting for my reaction.

I threw my hands in the air. "But MAWM! I have a life in Westchester! Does the name Leila, Lavender, Audrey and MATT come into mind?"

Kendra shook her head. "Massie, that's his decision, and he's firm on it. Now, go pack your bags."

I shook my head. "MOM! I HATE YOU." I stormed up the stars, making sure to scuff the hard-wood stairs. Once I flopped down on my bed, Bean in hand, I started to reconsider. The beach, the boys, and the drama. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

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I slowly packed my multiple Louis Vuitton suitcase, imagining my life in California. Shop all day, party all night; everything a 14 year old could ask for. That is, if I make some friends.

The door to my room opened, and my mom poked her head in for a second. "Massie, I'm sorry. I really wanted to save this, but I think you should have it." She placed something on the white desk, out of my eyesight. As soon as the door closed, my eyes darted towards my desk. Simply sitting there was a silver AmEx, with the name MASSIE BLOCK neatly printed on. I squealed in delight, then did a little dance.

I tried to maintain my cool, pressing the intercom button. "Thanks. And your apology is accepted." I smiled, and then looked back at my half-packed bags, then at my iPhone sitting on my bed. The screen flashed, and I dashed towards it. The word, "MATT," flashed over and over again, along with the annoying ringtone of kissing noises Leila and Audrey had set. I picked it up. "Hey. Meet me at Pinkberry in twenty." Next thing I knew, there was a click and the sound of a line going dead.

I pressed the intercom. "Mawm. Please tell Isaac that I need to go somewhere."

I clapped my hands, after setting the timer on my phone to 10 minutes. Now it was all a matter of what to wear…


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