Rich: The Clique
Massie's POV
I woke up annoyed by the sound of Kuh-laire texting Cam Fisher. It was Saturday morning and I was supposed to be the first one to wake up when we (The Pretty Comittee) had our annual Friday night sleepovers. Dylan and Kristan were still asleep. I nudged Claire. "Oh, sorry Mass, did I wake you up?" she asked. I just said no, lying. "Claire, go to to the guest house and get ready, I'll be at the estate." I said. Claire did just as I told her but I stayed right in my sleeping bag and closed my eyes. She took forever to get ready, for impressing, so I could get atleast an hour of extra beauty rest. I closed my eyes and dreamed of me and Derrington riding our horses (he said he was going to give horseback riding a go) on the trail, and stopping by a stream to have a picnic. Ahh, I wish. But when I was about ten minutes into my dream, Dylan woke up. "Massie? Two questions, why are you sleeping, and where is Claire?" I mumbled, trying to say that Claire was getting ready, and it came out 'Clay is gettingh ready'. Dylan shook me a bit. "Okay, okay, I'm awake!" I yelled, softly. "Then answer me!" Dyl said like she was joking around, but in a tough and manly voice. I sighed, "I sent Claire to the guest house to go get ready, and I'm awake because she was texting Cam," I said, "Now let me get back to my dream!" I knew it wasn't possible for me to get back to that amazing dream, but I wanted to, and I got whatever I wanted. Just then, Kristen woke up. "Hey girls!" she yawned, looking confused. "Claire will be here in a bit, but let's go get breakfast and stuff." I said. We left the Cabana, promising to clean later, and went back to the Estate. Kristen and I went into my room to get dressed and Dylan was getting dressed in the bathroom. We all put on our ah-dorable outfits and sat in my room waiting for Claire to come back. Suddenly, she opened my door fast, gasping for air. "Kuh-laire! What's wrong?" I yelled. "Something was chasing me," she said looking around, "it was small and brown and-" Dylan cut her off. "And it was a squirrel?" she said. We giggled, knowing what happened to Claire last week with a squirrel at the park.
