Brittany's Diary

Dear,

I'm not good at admitting I'm wrong at things but I get things wrong a lot. Sometimes it feels like everyone has their lived figured out except me. They are having Ivy League week. I don't even really know what college I want to go to. I was thinking about Dartmouth, but I'm afraid if they would even take me. Yeah I may be a pop star and well-rounded but that's not what scares me. My grades are average and what if they look at my past. When I came back to New York it took a lot of convincing for them to let me back into Loyola…what if Dartmouth isn't so leanant.

Brittany closed the black journal and became aware that this was her stop without even looking up. When the Chipettes started Middle school their mother Ms. Miller had decided to move them to New York saying that California had too many earthquakes and she missed the hustle and bustle of New York from when she was young. Shortly after Dave decided to move the boys as well concluding it would be better for all their careers. He was right in the 4 years they had been there they had moved from small lofts in Brooklyn to the Upper East Side. To say the least they were millionaires. All of the children attended Loyola Preparatory. Brittany walked off the subway train her sisters trailing after her. The girls wore their school uniforms consisting of dark blue pleated skirts any color knee socks and shoes. They sported crisp white uniform shirts with the Loyola logo embedded in on the right chest area. Over it laid dark blue Jackets with a larger Loyola ensign over it. Each girl had customized hers though somehow. Brittany sported snow white lace stockings and black stiletto Mary Jane's. She wore her hair down and it glistened when the early morning sun hit it. Jeanette wore simple light purple knee socks and wore dark brown loafers that matched the color of her brown hair. She had cut it to shoulder length about two years ago so it grew just past her shoulders. She held it back using a purple ribbon as a head band. Then there was Eleanor who wore white and forest green plaid socks with black converse. Her blonde pigtails bobbed as she walked. They had grown longer and were inching close to length of Brittany's hair. As the girls walked past a brick wall where posters where scattered all over, Brittany let out a shriek that caused her sisters to stop walking. Jeanette put her arm on her sister's shoulder giving a worried look, "What's wrong? Did your heel break again…?" Brittany just pointed and their all along the wall were concert posters covering the Chipettes. Brittany knew who did it too…it was that Sneaky Charlene. Charlene must have ordered one of those wannabes from the school to put her poster over the Chipettes concert poster. Making sure no one was looking Brittany proceeded to tearing down the posters crumpling them and throwing them in a trash can. Jeanette and Eleanor knew that telling her not to wouldn't do any good. They shrugged their shoulders continued walking behind her and finished their conversation.

Alvin was fixing his hair in the mirror with no rush. He already knew he was going to be late to school it never

really phased him anymore. He couldn't get his sandy brown to maneuver the way he wanted so he just let it be. His brothers were already on their way to school and he was just finishing getting dressed. He walked down the stairs of the mansion and was greeted by one of the maid. "Mr. Alvin would like some breakfast?" He just shook his head and grabbed a muffin on his way out of the door. He decided to walk, I mean her was already tardy how bad could it be.

During lunch the Chipettes and Munks finally crossed paths. The teens all broke off with their counter-parts. The 6 were known as the 'IT' couples. If you had a GPA of 3.7+ and you saw Simon and Jeanette kicking it with a good book in central park on a Sunday you would be doing the same thing next Sunday. If you took advanced Home Economics and you saw Theodore and Eleanor on a date at a five star restaurant you better crack open you piggy bank and make a reservation. If you saw Alvin and Brittany partying at the new hottest club you did a superman move, changed in the phone booth and made yourself inside that club. Of course these were the most elite followers with enough money to follow their footsteps. Then there was Charlene. She was a solo singer who was Brittany's toughest competition. I surveyed my eyes of the crown until I made it to the sight of a red cap. Pushing no body's out of the way I made it over to where Alvin was chatting with his friends. When he caught sight of me an arrogant smirk spread across his face. I put on my flirty face and watched him walk over. I was biting my lip and my legs ironically felt like they would give out. Alvin wasn't necessarily my boyfriend but you could say we are really bad at hating each other." So Brit how come you didn't call me this summer?" He flung his hand over my shoulder and took me for a walk. I knew Alvin had called numerous times over the summer but every message he left he said he wanted me to meet his new girlfriend. I lied "I'm sorry Hun I was just so busy this summer". He had his back against a wall and I moving even closer into his space, my hands on his chest being our only contraception. Alvin had his forehead resting on Brittany's while they stared into each other's blue orbs. Then Alvin looked up and smiled looking into thin air. Turning around Brittany asked "What are you-Charlene." Standing there with a smile on her face stood Charlene in a Loyola uniform. Both girls met each other's death stare. Charlene and Brittany hadn't attended the same school since elementary school. When Charlene left to go on tour in france and had decided to stay there Brittany's reaction was good luck and good ridens. Now she was back and that ment there would be a fight to the death for the place of Queen bee. Then there would be an equally heated battle for Alvin's affection. What a great way to start off the year.

I know guys a little like gossip girl but they were my insperation. I hope you enjoyed this chapter I know I loved writing it. Looks like Charlene and Brittany have alot to deal with.

Preview

Charlene had her eyes focused on something else other than her enemy. Alvin was looking at Charlene remembering when they had a breif fling when he was on tour last year. He could remember just how how lips tasted. Sweet like strawberries and soft like fresh bread. Then he rembered how Brittany's lips tasted like pink cotton candy and soft like it as well. She was forced at a game of truth or dare to even make out with him. He was sort of excited to be stuck in this messed up love triangle.