AN: This part the beginning in the iPad is sort of an intro. Anyways, hope you like! PS In this, Massie never moved to England, etc., all the girls stayed in Westchester and had a basically normal (for te PC, that is) eighth grade year. Hope you j'adore!

Westchester, New York

The iPad

Tuesday, March 19

8:51 PM

Massie flung herself on her bed. She knew it was wrinkling the pure white bedspead, but the only person who currently cared was Kendra. Massie had much bigger problems. This was the biggest decision of her entire life. Bean curled up next to Massie.

"Ugh, Bean! What should I do? This is the oppurtunity of a lifetime, but what about the PC?! I mean, my own makeover show—I could be the new and improved 'What Not to Wear'!" She sighed. "But abandon my friends?"

Her rhinestoned iPhone rang the Marimba tone. She looked at the screen—Ehmagawd, it was Raymond Certisen! "Massie Block's phone," she picked up in a professional voice.

"Hello, Massie! Have you decided yet?"

Massie bit her lip. Did she really have to decide now? Her parents wanted her to, her friends encouraged it... "One question."

"Yes?" asked Raymond in an exasperrated voice.

"Am I allowed to include my BFF—er, my friends—with me? As, like, sidekicks?"

"Sure, whatever. Is that a yes or a no?"

"Yes!" Massie smiled. A weight lifted off her shoulders, and she could breathe. "I've made my decision: yes."

After days of begging, the whole PC was allowed to help Massie on her new show, A-Plus List. Originally, they were going to come up with a clever name for Massie's little assistants, like the Beauty Helpers or something, but finally, everyone—including Raymond Certisen—decided that just calling them the Pretty Committee would do. Everything was set.

The girls were flying alone in a private jet to LA, where they would meet their parents at the hotel they would currently be staying at. They were decked out in Juicy sweats and Jimmy Choo flip-flops: perfect fly wear. Massie shrugged her purple hoodie off so she was wearing only the matching purple pants, her black sandals, and a few stretchy cami-like tanks. She leaned back, taking a sip of her raspberry lemonade Cascade Ice.

"I'm so excited!" squealed Claire, letting her (hand-me-down) flip-flops sit alone on the jet floor. "So, lemme get this straight: You are the main boss, but me and Alicia and Dylan and Kristen approve of the outfits and basically do hair and makeup—with your approval?"

"Yup." Massie glossed her lips with melon Glossip Girl and wiped the old gloss off the Cascade Ice bottle with a tissue.

Alicia straightened her red hoodie and pulled out a nail file for her gold polished nails. "So, Raymond alread has a llist of girls for you to choose from? Not a bad producer."

"Of course he's not a bad producer. I wouldn't except anything else."

Dylan groaned. "Ugh, I'm starving. Mass, do you happen to have an extra Luna bar?"

Massie rolled her eyes, showing off her perfectly Great Lash'd eyes. "Here," she said, handing Dylan a chocolate-covered coconut bar. "I don't even like this flavor."

Kristen bit her lip. "We'll still be able to go to school, right? Because I know it's summer and all, but I don't want to live life without high school. That would be so bad for college..."

"I can't believe you didn't know this already." Massie said. "We'll be spending our freshman year at Bel Air High School. It's a private school for Bel Air residents only, which we will be, and is pretty flexible, so if we have to miss a day for the show, they won't really care. BAHS will look ah-mazing on your college application; I swear." Massie crossed her magenta-painted nails over her heart in a symbolic way. "This'll be great."

"Attention passengers; we will be arriving in Los Angeles in fifteen minutes. I repeat, fifteen minutes."

"What did she say?" asked Claire, bunching her eyebrows together.

"WE'RE GONNA BE IN LA IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!" squealed Massie, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen with glee. Claire joined their squeals.

"Okay, everyone has their sunglasses, right? 'Cause LA is hawt." Massie paused. "And you better have SPF face lotion. If you have tan lines, you will 100% NEED to splurge in extra foundation." She crossed her arms and pulled her oversized Chanel shades over her eyes. Claire mimicked her moves, but she had brown aviators. Probably not Chanel. Massie rolled her eyes, greatful of the dark lenses in the glasses, because of how much Claire didn't know how to act. Copying Massie was the only way she could be cool.

Claire slid her flip-flops back on her feet and stared at her hot pink painted toenails. They matched her fingers, and hopefully gave off a California girl vibe. Claire didn't need to stand out as that annoying tourist hanging out with her beach babe BFFs—not that Claire thought of her friends as "babes;" that would be gross. But, you know, guys could think that.

Massie looked very California as well with her re-dyed caramel highlights, beach-waved hair, and tanned skin. Her nails were painted yellow, to match the sun, with white French tips. As soon as she reached the hotel, she would change from the dark purple jet attire to a previously picked out girly yellow sundress and white t-strap sandals with two-inch corkboard wedges.

The jet was dipping downwards, and palm trees came into view when Massie looked out the window. The jet stopped.

"We have arrived in Los Angeles, California!"