A CLIQUE FANFIC:
A stroke of Cliqueness.
Westchester, New York.
Massie's Bedroom
"Mass? Mass!" Alicia giggled-flung last seasons baby doll shirt at Massie, trying to get her attention. "Are you listening? Dyl asked you to rate her outfit."
Massie Block looked up from her laptop at Dylan, who was standing in the middle of Massie's bedroom, waiting for her judgement as she patted her newly-straightened red locks. "9.4," Massie said, before turning back to her laptop and furiously typing away.
"Mass, what are you doing? You haven't left that laptop since we gawt here! Why did you call this meeting?" Kristen asked, flipping to the next page of her Cosmogirl!Magazine.
"Um, Kris? Are you a Jansport? Then get AWFmy back." Massie replied, looking up. "And dyl, stawp twirling your hair around your finger. It causes split ends."
Dylan immediately stopped, glancing at her hair in horror. "B, I'm done,"Massie said, standing up and sipping from her latte.
"B?" Claire giggled-asked.
"Besides,"Massie clarified.
She beamed at her laptop for a while, proud at the surprise she was going to give the pretty committee. Then Massie air-clapped twice, saying," All right girls, listen up!"
