Letting Go

by Masked In Chanel

Massie Block had left her beloved Paris for Westchester, New York. Where scandals are favoured over scones, gossip over get-aways. Her parents told her to just let it go; new things were good for a person. Will Massie crack under pressure? Certainly not.

A/N: So. Hi. I'm new; this is my first thing that's close to being published- I know how sucky it is. Well, the first few chapters of this story will, most likely, be very confusing because that's the format it was written in.

I don't really know what to do in an Author's Note. Hehe. Awkward.

Anyhoo, please request pairings (including all Clique characters mentioned in the series) by review or PM. Advice would be amazing.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Clique; all rightful owners associated with do.

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There was an unusual wind that whipped Massie Block's brunette locks against her glossed lips. That grabbed her green cashmere scarf; loosening it for play.

A rejected sigh moaned about the wind and her infamous amber eyes widened in curiousity.

The tree branches waved their good-byes in sorrow, as if they were unhappy for her to go.

The clouds were low-slung like Massie's Rock & Republic denim jeans; telling her that time wasn't ready for her to leave.

A groan rolled across the sky as thunder, lightening ready to unleash its powerful hits on predators, and rain roughly striking the ground.

Paris didn't want Massie Block to go. She didn't either.

Mr. William Block frowned at the sudden condition, but gave a forced smile while pressing his Blackberry with urgency.

Nature stormed in pain. And Massie Block couldn't do anything about it.

xxabout forty minutes laterxx

She sighed, dejected and rejected.

Currently across from her was her mother and father, Kendra and William.

The rain pounded down on the sleek black Lamborghini Murcielago, their rental car. Driving it, was a quite aged man with graying hair and steady eyes, who's success story was innocent and had yet to fall for the addictive world of one-night stands, achoholics anonymous, and the barricated walls to be one's new home.

Checking outside of the tinted windows, she observed the drowned sidewalks and pedestrians.

Her heart gave way of vociferous protests. Her mind beat down the walls of her own reason.

Betrayal struck her.

It felt as if she was falling. And couldn't get up. It felt as if it was hard to breathe. Desperate for air.

Confused.

Hello, Westchester.

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