This is a re-write of the story I had up here previously, it's still inspired by some of my favorite mean girls movies: Jawbreaker (the best!) The Fab Five (lifetime movie) and Mean Girls (Lindsay Lohan when she was still sexy and respectable) Hope you guys enjoy.

The Fab Five was one of those groups where nobody got in and nobody got out, my group. And when we put our money and our heads together, we could get away with murder.

June 11th 2008

Summer before freshman year, my dad moved our family out to Westchester New York to work for his old college friend's company...

"Jay, Judy, welcome!" Kendra Block beamed, she marched toward us with outstretched arms and the grace of someone who was born in high heels. Her husband, William, came and shook hands with my father.

Kendra bent down to smile in my face, blinding me with her fourteen karat gold jewelry.

"And you must be Claire, what an all American beaut!" She pinched my cheek.

I grinned shyly at the compliment. "Thank you Mrs. Block."

"So polite, call me Kendra. Massie, come meet Claire!"

The final member, or should I say mem-bers, of the Block family emerged from the stone manse. Massie Block, a typical spoiled rich bitch with a tiny dog tow, click-clacked her way over with the same poise as her mother. I tried not to gawk at this girl who walked with the confidence of someone twenty years her senior, and dressed like a regular fashion week attendant.

"Remember I was telling you the Lyons' had a daughter that would be attending her first year of high school like you?" Kendra asked as she placed a manicured hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Massie simply looked me up and down from behind her dark Chanel sunglasses with a grunt. Translation: I am going to make your life a living hell.

And she did.

Massie made damned sure that I knew I was the 'other,' a nobody being thrown into a 'somebodies' world. I was the butt of her and her evil friend's jokes, the victim of their pranks, the object of their frustrations. I became so paranoid of what Massie might have in store for me, that I never dared to wander over to the main house without an adult. If I had to use the bathroom while I was over there, I would hold it until it was time to go or even sneak over to our side of the property to go. Anything to avoid running into Massie alone. Then, one day, Massie sought me out.

"Kuh-laire, come here." Massie commanded.

At the risk of sounding cliché, I was completely paralyzed with fear. I even contemplated playing dead in that moment.

Massie sucked her teeth and stormed over to me. She snatched my arm in her surprisingly strong grip, and pulled me along.

"Massie please!" I practically cried.

She turned to face me.

Snatching off her sunglasses she hissed, "Shut up, and act natural; we're going up to my room, and I don't need my parents hearing you snivel like a wounded puppy."

I bit my trembling lower lip, and nodded, willing my tears to reverse their flow.

Massie relaxed her grip on my arm. "Good, let's go."

As we walked past the unsuspecting staff members tidying up, I threw them subliminal 'help me' messages, but the staff only gave us brief glances of curiosity before going back to their work.

I whimpered as we ascended the stairs. For god's sake where was Kendra?!

Finally Massie threw open the door to her room. I let out a gasp at the sight of Massie's room, it looked like something out of a fairytale! A soft gold, jeweled tapestry hung on the wall, the carpet was plush and ivory colored, and a crystal chandelier hung in the center. A vanity took up the right side of the room, in front of it was a short, lavender couch, and sitting on that couch were the wicked witches themselves.

"Girls, this is Claire, Claire this is Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan."

As if they needed any introduction they had only been making my life miserable for practically two months.

"Claire, these are my best friends, and your personal stylists for the day!"

"M-Massie, if you're going to do something cruel, please just-"

"Puh-leaze," Massie cut me off with a wave of her hand, "those days are behind you now! You're gonna be one of us."

I wrinkled my eyebrows."Huh?"

Massie led me to her vanity, and pushed me down on the stool.

Alicia, the Spanish beauty with thick, dark chocolate hair, came up beside me. "You're one tough chica despite how you look."

Dylan, a curvacious girl with red hair to rival the little mermaid, raked her fingers through my hair. "Yeah, and you could use some volume in this limp shit you call hair."

Kristen was the last to squeeze her way into the mirror. "Some pink gloss, and brown eyeshadow too."

Massie clapped her hands. "Well then hop to it ladies, we have a lot of work to do."

After an entire hour and a half, they spun me around to face my reflection. My limp blonde hair, and uneven tanned skin was gone, now my complexion was bronzed to perfection, my blue eyes enhanced by eyeliner, and my lips perfectly glossy. I barely recognized myself, and until now, I never thought that would be a good thing.

"Claire, what do you think?" Dylan asked.

"I think she's a ten!" Alicia interrupted.

"Ah-greed," everyone declared, gushing over my bouncy hair, pouting lips, and sun kissed skin while I basked in the glow of their approval. This had been my dream come true since I met Massie and her friends.

"Then it's agreed," Massie said."Claire, you're going to be our group's 'good girl' we've been needing one anyway to work over the authority figures."

I gaped. Was she saying what I thought she was saying?

She bent down over me, and met my bewildered stare in the mirror with a cocky smile. "Claire, welcome to the Fab Four."