A/N: Hey Clique fans! The reason I decided to write a Clique fanfic is because I've read the books, and I would love it if you guys could submit characters! I'll try to make the chapters good quality, full of drama, and hopefully nice and long. Because we all know long chappies are better! Hope you enjoy!

The Fisher and Lyons Estate
Wednesday, June 19
8:30 pm

"Oh geez!" exclaimed Chrissie Fisher. She scurried into the bathroom after checking the time on her large, Louis Vuitton watch. She knew she tomorrow was the first day of school at Los Angeles Country Day, a private middle school that cost her parents $50,000 to get in. But it didn't matter. She was the daughter of celebrity couple Claire Lyons and Cam Fisher, who were multi-millionaires, even before they got married. But that was the last thing on Chrissie's mind. She had been an LBR (loser beyond repair) for the last two years, and refused to screw up this year. She needed to look as fresh and clean as she could. She got out her Android tablet and looked over her to-do list on "Notes".
• Take a bath and use Pureology shampoo & conditioner
• Use cleansing bath salts
• Set out clothes: t-shirt dress, blue Louis Vuitton scarf, and beige flats
• Put on night cream
• Await the morning!

This year is going to be different. Chrissie thought as she stepped into her own, very large bathtub. The hot water instantly calmed every nerve in her body, and the smell of her lavender soap made her feel calm and at home, a place where she could never be touched. She soaked away her stress for about twenty minutes before scrubbing her scalp with the peppermint and sage leaf Pureology shampoo.

"Ah…" sighed Chrissie before she elegantly stepped out of the quartz tub and wrapped herself in a fluffy blue towel with white stripes. She still felt the chill of the peppermint in her scalp as she twisted her dripping hair into a towel turban. She loved the way her brown hair look when it was wet. She sat on the edge of the tub, drip drying her moist skin. She looked at her French manicured hands. God they perfect. How did the women at the salons do it? Her tips were painted white, with a thin, bubblegum pink line underneath the white. The rest of the nail was stroked with clear coat. After a few minutes of eyeing her mani, and silently daydreaming, Chrissie noticed her cream colored skin was dry, so she took off her towel and eyed herself in the wall-to-wall mirror. She managed to burn of eight pounds by having a health shake instead of dinner for the last month. Now she looked beautiful and trim, and swore to herself she wouldn't even touch a marshmallow ever again.

She entered her huge bedroom, and stepped into her walk-in closet. She carelessly tossed her towel on the bamboo rug, knowing her maid would pick it up later. She slipped on some pink paisley satin pajama bottoms, and a white fitted tank top. She then set out her outfit for the next day, t-shirt dress, scarf, and flats.

"Ehmagawd!" exclaimed Chrissie. "This outfit is definitely awe-worthy!" she silent clapped, then walked out of her closet. She padded over to her queen sized bed, and flopped onto her goose down comforter and pillows. She pulled the warm blankets and sheets over her body, and then silently drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Chrissie's eyelids slowly fluttered open at the sound of One Direction's "Stand Up".

Oh oh ohh oh
So put your hands up
Oh oh ohh oh
'Cause it's a stand up
and I won't be leaving
'Til I finish stealing
Every piece of your heart
Every piece of your heart

Groaning, she pounded her iAlarm (apple alarm thing that isn't actually real) and slipped out of bed and into her fuzzy blue slippers. She blinked the sleep away from her eyes and walked across the room to her bathroom door. She curled her long, brown hair that was now silky and smooth, thanks to her expensive shampoo and conditioner. Then she applied black mascara, tinted lip gloss, and light blush. She walked out of her bathroom, then into her closet. She took out her outfit for the day, then put it on. She admired herself and her outfit-choosing skills in the mirror before confidently walking out of her closet, into her room, then out into the wide, decorated hallway. She skipped downstairs to the large dining room, and sat down at the table with her mother and father. Claire Lyons was sitting at the long, glass dining room table, looking like the beautiful movie star she was, even without her makeup. Her husband, Cam Fisher, was sitting next to her, sipping coffee and browsing through a sports catalog. They both looked up when she entered the big room with elegance.

"Well, good morning!" said Claire. "You look like a million bucks, sweetheart!"

"Yeah," agreed Cam. "You look as beautiful as your mother did when she was your age." He cooed. Claire smiled warmly.

"Stop, Dad!" Chrissie giggled. "That's weird!" she joked. She took a seat in a comfortable dining room chair, across from her dad and next to her mom. A few moments later, their chef came from the kitchen and into the dining room, carrying a large plate of waffles, bacon, strawberries, and scrambled eggs.

"Ooh!" said Claire. "That looks good! Thank you." She smiled, stabbing her fork into a fluffy waffle, then carefully lowering it onto her plate. Chrissie thought of when she had five pounds of extra belly fat from eating these sorts of things. Her mother and father constantly exercised out the fat of their gourmet meals, and Chrissie just couldn't bring herself to do that. She silently excused herself from the dining room, and walked to the front door of the house. She took her Prada tote bag off of a stone shelf by the door. She opened the large oak double doors and stepped into the breezy morning sunshine. The warmth on her face was very comforting mixed with the cool wind,and made her hair dramatically sway. She took out her cell phone (an HTC One, the best cell in the market) and speed-dialed her driver, Jessie.

"Hey Jessie." She said into her cell.

"Hello Chrissie." Said Jessie. "What's up?"

"Um...I need you to come pick me up." Chrissie said. "Where are you anyway?"

"Sorry, sweetie!" apologized Jessie. "I'm at Starbucks. I had no idea it was your first day of school. On my way!" Jessie finished and hung up. Chrissie rolled her eyes but wasn't worried because Starbucks was only a few blocks away. About five minutes later Jessie pulled into the large, cobblestone driveway. Chrissie got up from the porch chair she was sitting in and walked over to the small, yet roomy limousine then stepped inside. The inside was all white, from the chairs to the roof, and there were two pairs of seats facing eachother, and a circular, sturdy table in between the seats. Chrissie hated how she always had two empty chairs facing her, and another empty chair beside her. It mocked her lack of friends. But today, she would change all of it. And she had one strict rule for her choice of friends: No poor kids; no scholarship kids. That way she wouldn't have to pay for anything when they went on her daily shopping trips. The only way she would be able to find friends that fit her requirements was to judge them by their clothes, cars, and cosmetics. Now all she needed to do was find them. A few moments later they pulled into her huge, brick school. Jessie parked in front of the school, waiting for Chrissie to step out. Before she exited the black limo, Chrissie watched the scholarship kids stare in awe at her elegant limo. She smirked in satisfaction. When she stepped out of the limo, all the other seventh graders would know she was rich; which was a good sign. As cliché as this may sound, she had already planned out how she would step out of the limo. With grace and elegance, she stepped out onto the pavement, still wearing her sly smirk. She closed the limousine doors like supermodel would (whatever that meant). She let her straight, brown hair flow behind her as she strutted to the wooden doors of the large school.

"Okay," she said to herself. "Showtime."