"Um, who do you think you are to be laughing at me?" asked Massie faux curiously. "Um, I'm Blair Waldorf, ah-bviously," the girl named Blair rolled her eyes then added, "Eighth grade alpha, and you are? I mean, besides an RGW that is." Massie accidently gasped out loud, she felt her cheeks turning crimson and mummbled, "I'm Massie Block, eighth grade AMERICAN alpha." She scanned Blair's oulfit and noticed for the first time how enviously ah-dorable it was. Blair wore limited edition Who Knows gray snakeskin flats, a metallic black Stella Forist wrap dress with drop dead gorgeous sequins, and a variety of mouth watering jewelry that Massie recongnized as Tiffany And Co.'s limited edition only in Paris brand. Blair also had her chesnut colored hair in a classy, effortlessly cute updo, altogeher, she was a 9.9, nawt that Massie would ever tell her this!
"Uhhhh, don't know how to tell you this, but you're hardly an american alpha, I should know, i'm from America, duh," snapped Blair. "But, since you're here, RGW, let us grace you with our presents, girls, introduce yourselves." One by one, the four other girls who'd been standing behind Blair stepped forward. "Serena Van Der Woodsen," announced a girl with long wavy blond glossy hair, she was wearing a pinstriped clutch dress and pale cardigan, along with platform wedges. "Taylor Mcartney, one C," snapped a girl with red gold hair and emerald green eyes, she sported a gold sleeveless ruffle dress and black Jimmy Choos. "Sara King," said a girl with short wispy black hair and almond shaped eyes, she had on an aquamarine Trazy Reeze eylet dress and white gold wooden sandals that Massie would refer to as scandals. "Last but most certainly nawt least, i'm Jade Hunnington," said a girl with glistening blond hair and chrystal blue eyes, she wore a white cashmere knitted dress and gray ankle boots.
Massie could feel the other girls giving her the up and down, scanning her black and white kimono Stella Forest dress, her black peeptoe slides, and her black satin headband, searching her for flaws that they KNEW she had. These girls were like the Paris version of the Pretty Comittee back home. "So, are you really an RGW, a ranked geeky loser?" asked Serena faux curiously, everyone cracked up except Massie. "Shut up LBR,' she said bitterly. "Watch it, i'm the gossip godess around here, I could dig up dirt on you like THAT," Serena snapped her fingers to demonstrate. "PUH-LEASE, my friend Alicia probably has more gawssip in her french manicured pinky toe than a sawrry loser like you!" schreeched Massie. "Well then, why don't you go back crying to her about that," cooed Blai as she walked away, her group trailing behind her. A girl pulled Massie aside and whisperd, "That's the Social Elite, they rule around here, no one talkes to them like that," she said. Hello new life.
