Author's Note Thank you, such more for the reviews! Please review some more!!!!

Also this is kind of like "Pretty Little Liars" I tried to make it different, just a tad. I chose Kristen to go missing instead because well Ali is a bitch, but Kristen is sweet and innocent and why would anyone, want to hurt her? (Insert creepy music here)

"Massie! Massie!" Alicia Rivera shook Massie's wrist, Massie had fainted after she read that Kristen was gone.

Massie's hazel eyes opened slowly, her eyes coated in a hazy glaze; she looked like she was high.

"Is Kristen really dead?" Massie asked confused

Alicia nodded her head her amber eyes filling with water. She just couldn't say the words yes it was just too hard. All of this was like some awful, awful nightmare, Kristen of all people could not be gone, she just couldn't. Kristen was nice to everyone; she was way to smart to be shanked in a dark New York City alley. Wait, why the hell would Kristen be in New York City three days before school starts? Kristen was the type of girl who spent every second of her life studying, she barely even lived. Which made Alicia even sadder, to think that the one night that Kristen was experiencing life, she was killed.

Massie eyes lids felt heavy as she tried to open them. When her eyes would finally open the light burnt her eyes, she felt like she was in a giant oven it was so hot. Two guys from the four that were at the table were hovering over her, as were Claire, Alicia, a Starbucks employee, and a mall cop. Massie didn't want to get up and walk around the mall again or even to her BMW, all she wanted to do was magically slip into her bed and be surrounded by fluffy covers and a purple fuzzy pillow.

Massie noticed that Alicia's mascara and eyeliner was screwed up, her almond eyes were sparkling with tears. Claire's perky Dior Cherie like personality was gone instead she had a confused and nervous look on her face, the same one she had during finals only mixed with the time Claire's grandpa that she never knew existed died. Massie lifted her arms up and the bystanders helped her back on her feet. Note to self, never were heals after you faint Massie thought rocking back and forth, her ankles twisting from the super high shoes.

"Are you okay?" Claire mumbled picking the skin off her cuticles.

"No." Massie replied honestly she was the total opposite of ok, she was a mess. "Please just take me home."

Massie was resting her weight on Alicia and Claire, her head resting on Alicia's tan arm.

"Here I will take Massie with me." Claire said her voice was shaking.

Kristen was really gone. But why?

Have you ever had that creepy feeling like your best friend in the whole wide world wasn't telling you everything?

Not the silly things like who she likes, or what she and the girl from your Science class you don't exactly like are talking about. The things like why she never invited you to her house for sleepovers, or at all really. Why she only came to your house. Like why she suddenly wore a ton of eyeliner, low cut tank tops, and chokes her after she laughs. She used to be herself, but now she acts way cooler than she actually is. Or the reason that she hated her step dad even though he was so nice. Why she hated her life, even though it was absolutely perfect.

You have to wonder, why? Does it really matter what they are lying about? The real question is why.

If you could have figured out why, perhaps you could have saved a life.

(flashback from Dial L for Loser changed a little bit, back when the Pretty Committee was in seventh grade)

The Westchester Mall

Sunday, March 22nd

10:30 AM

"Were living the American Dream!" Dylan poked her finger through the creamy swirl on her caramel macchiato.

Dylan was referring to the fact that they got suspended from OCD, and now were spending school days at the Westchester Mall, instead of OCD.

"Maybe you are," Kristen huffed "But for me, this is a nightmare." She slammed her complementary tap water on the table, water splashed from the plastic cup.

"Tell ma about it!" Claire gushed. "This place is so expensive they should call it Sixbucks. I'd much rather be at the OCD cafeteria. I'm over the Westchester."

"Ehmagawd!" Kristen recoiled. "Seriously?"

Claire stiffened, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment. Claire hated herself for saying the wrong thing-again. Kristen fought off the urge to laugh, instead her lips pulled into a smile. Massie and Alicia's eyes went big in a wow-she-is-such-a-dork kind of way. Dylan was focused on eating a Snikers bar from her bag.

"That was a joke, right?" Massie looked deep into Claire's eyes "You don't really want to go back to be back at OCD, do you?"

"Of course not." Claire forced a huge smile "This….." She opened her arms and turned to face the mall "…… is a total fantasy!"

"I would love to share this fantasy" Kristen sighed. "But I have to do this." Her biceps twitched as she lifted the black Prada messenger bag the girls had bought her for her twelfth birthday. She turned it upside down and an avalanche of books tumbled out.

Everyone stared.

"My mom is forcing me to study philosophy until I'm back at school," Kristen explained "She wants me to figure out the meaning of life so I'll know exactly what I'm throwing away." Her blue eyes filled with tears "Her words not mine."

"Well I am not being punished!" Dylan cheered "My mom can't be mad at me. This whole thing is her fault. If she hadn't been hooking up with Mr. Myner in Lake Placid, I never would have run away. You guys never would have chased after me, and we'd be napping in a science lab right now."

"Well I got punished." Claire slouched. "My dad woke me up at six thirty a.m. this morning and made me shower and get dressed, like I was going to school."

The girls made pouty frowns to show how sorry they felt about Claire having been denied her beauty rest.

"Then," she continued, "at exactly seven thirty I had to go out in the cold and stand by the Range Rover for five minutes and act like I was waiting for Isaac to carpool me,"

"Seriously?" Dylan's green eyes were wide with disbelief.

"Yup. And the worst part was…" Claire pointed to Massie "… your bedroom light was still off."

Massie accepted a congratulatory round of high fives.

"That's not all." Claire leaned forward. "My dad asked Layne to e-mail me our homework. I have to do it all. Every night! And that's the only time I can use my computer. Which, by the way, he moved into the kitchen."

Everyone gasped.

"But the worst part is, I can't ride my bike to Cam's. and I haven't seen him since Lake Placid." She paused to count on her fingers. "That was five days ago!"

"He's a guy." Alicia tossed her long black hair "Make him come to you. It's less pathetic."

With that, Kristen simply faded away and nobody really noticed her. They talked about guys, Prada, what was on the cover of People, and how happy they were they didn't have to deal with LBRs anymore. No one noticed that Kristen was texting someone, or that her eyes were filed with tears. Maybe if the Pretty Committee knew that Kristen's mom wasn't as mad at Kristen for being suspended as she was something else, if only they knew who she was texting, and why she was sad.

If only……

Please review! Chapter was kind of boring but next one will have some drama!