An AU Clique story Which I don't own Except the plot.
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When Westchester Academy was first built, the workers put in an extra section as an escape route during the war in case of invasion. But eventually, the section was forgotten after the war and the future students and teachers had no knowledge of it. The section was hidden deep inside the school and the hallway leading to it was covered up by a mural once the war ended. No one ever knew that deep inside the hallway, a mirror stood there; an entrance to another world.
"For the last time, Kuh-laire, you need to stop dozing off in class," Kristen scolded.
I sighed and twirled my wavy blonde hair in between my finger. Why should I care about math class? I never understand what I'm being taught and I'm already barely passing with a 2.49 GPA.
"Well I can't help it if I have insomnia!" I shot back.
My four friends all happen to be in the AP or Advanced Placement program. Meaning, they're all really smart kids, especially Kristen. She could have the choice to graduate a year early, but she decided to stay with us. I am in a lower level than them. I'm smart, but not math, science or political smart like the rest of my friends. Welcome to the world of me, Claire Lyons...probably one of the strangest students in Westchester Academy,
Everyone here seems to know where they fit in. You've got all the Goths together, the slackers and jocks. My group, we're preps. We're the most elite group of girls in the school. Massie Block, is the alpha of our clique called The Pretty Committee. I know...pretty silly name, huh? But it suits us. While my friends, Massie Block, Alicia Rivera, Dylan Marvil and Kristen Gregory are all respected for their brains, beauty, money and headstrong attitudes, I feel like the odd duck out in our clique.
Unlike my friends, I'm more musically involved in our school rather than anything else. I'm not as rich and while I'm considered pretty with my natural wavy blonde hair and aqua blue eyes, I'm not super hot like them. I'm also a bit shorter than all of them, but not by much. I'm also a bit soft-spoken and more kind to people in a natural way.
"Kuh-laire, get going. You don't want to be late for choir class," Massie said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Oh right. There's solo auditions today," I remembered.
Exchanging good-byes with my friends, I headed past our school mural and downstairs to the music room. It was just the second week into the eleventh grade and I wanted to be able to show off my vocal abilities this year. I also wanted to beat the snobby twelfth graders at it. Gosh, I don't like people who think they're so much better than others.
Coming into the music room, I quickly take a seat while the other students talked to their friends. Outside of my clique, I only had one other friend who was just coming to sit with me.
"Hey Layne, ready for another year of choir?" I asked.,
Layne Abeley is definitely another misfit in our school and while I love her for her unusual style of clothes and hobbies, not a lot of kids do, including The Pretty Committee. I'll never understand why.
"You bet I am. I'm hoping to sing the pants off of Allie-Rose Singer. She's such a bitch, thinking she's a good singer. Her voice is so nasley," Layne explained.
I scoff, roll my eyes and agree with her. Allie-Rose Singer, a senior, has been my singing rival since I started choir in the eighth grade when I started at Westchester Academy. She's got this nasley soprano voice that makes one think of cats being strangled. I'm too shy to tell her this, so I usually keep it to myself. As soon as our teacher comes in, we all quiet down as she hands out our music to "Stand Up For Love" by Destiny's Child. It's supposed to be our theme for the schools fundraiser against bullying this year and only one person with the most powerful voice can get the lead solo...and I know that I am one of those people.
We went through the song a few times with no one singing the solo part and instead, we all went through the SATB back up parts. Behind me, I could hear Allie-Rose quietly sing the solo and I roll my blue eyes. My goodness, she's such an idiot!
It isn't until class is over that Allie-Rose approaches me, a smirk on her face.
"Ready to lose to me again this year?" Allie-Rose asked.
I clenched my jaw, not wanting to reply with a snarky remark.
"Sure, I can handle rejection," I reply...not really meaning it.
Before she can make a move, I get in front of her again.
"Just remember that if you do something to cause me utter grief, Massie will hunt you down and make you pay," I remind her.
But Allie-Rose isn't exactly afraid of The Pretty Committee or Massie. She may be the only senior in our school who doesn't give a shit about us. But she really doesn't know what Massie is capable of.
Allie-Rose smirked and shoved past me on her way out of the classroom. Once I leave, it's lunchtime so I head upstairs by the mural to wait for The Pretty Committee. While waiting for them, I turn around and study the mural in front of me. Depicted on the mural is a battlefield, with soldiers holding smoking guns and wearing helmets. It was the First World War. Our school was built a few years before the war, so I knew how old our school was. Imagine...my great grandparents used to go here...
Finally, The Pretty Committee shows up, Massie as usual leading the girls towards our spot.
"Okay, we're all here. Let's head for the cafeteria where the boys are waiting," Massie instructed and I fell into formation with the others.
We strutted down the hallways and everyone cleared a path for us. Massie lead us to the cafeteria with her head held high and her composure rim rod straight. I willed myself to walk tall and confident like her, not wanting my encounter with Allie-Rose to affect how we all looked. We came into the cafeteria and headed for Table 18, where the boyfriends of Massie, Alicia, Kristen and Dylan were. Great, I hate being the only one without a boyfriend. None of the boys in our school really have an interest in dating me. Oh well...I guess the right one hasn't come along yet.
"Hey boys, how was classes?" Kristen asked, taking a seat by her boyfriend Kemp Hurley.
"It was awesome! Chris and I managed to staple Mr. Bartaughs work sheets to his chair, so everyone watched him for ten minutes while he tried to get them off," Kemp replied with a snicker.
Kristen slapped her boyfriend on the arm and we finally went to eating our lunches and Alicia filled us in on some gossip that she picked up around the school. As everyone went on with their usual gossiping, I caught Derrick Harrington look at me and I quickly looked down. Why was Massies' boyfriend looking at me? I looked up again to see if maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but they weren't. Derrick was still staring at me and I got a weird feeling in my stomach. Why did he always look at me that way? I wonder if maybe it's because he thinks I'm weird for being the only single girl in our group.
"So Kuh-laire, how was choir?" Massie finally asked, breaking me out of my paranoia.
Hearing that question, I finally unleashed my anger and frustration about Allie-Rose Singer.
"Allie-Rose Singer is so freaking annoying!Oh my god! I hate her so much! She makes my life miserable with all of her talk about how she's going to get the solo this year because she's the best singer and blah blah blah. I'm thinking, bitch puh-lease! Just because your last name is 'Singer' does nawt mean that you are THE BEST!" I vented.
And thank good-ness my friends were used to me venting off my frustrations to them, whereas to anyone else, they're always surprised by my hidden attitude. I just seem to come off as a polite person to them.
"Do you want us to talk to her?" Kristen asked, cracking her knuckles.
We all laugh at how tough Kristen is trying to act when she winces after popping a knuckle. I shake my head in fake disbelief, mocking Kristen that she wouldn't be able to hit the broad side of a barn if the opportunity came.
"No thanks, Kris. I don't want you guys to cause any problems for us," I replied.
They all nodded and we went back to eating lunch until the bell rang again. Picking up my bag, I said good-bye to The Pretty Committee and the boys and headed off to my last two classes...double math. It was going to be a long day for sure.