Chapter One

Block Mansion- 6:34

Yap-Yap-Yap-Yap...Massie thumped the top of her custom Tiffany's alarm clock and rolled onto the other side of her king-size canopy bed with a yawn.

After a moment she shot up, realising that today was her last day a seventh grader, in a school without boys not to mention the day she would find out her exam results. Massie Block usually didn't care about exam results. Studying- how LBRish! She tended to breeze by, getting average grades with out any work, or at least that is what she told her ah-doring public. She slid her long elegant ballerina legs gracefully to the ground and placed her feet in pale green silk slippers imported from Turkey, pulled a matching silk dressing gown over her virginal white cami and boys shorts- her signature pyjamas. She padded across to her massie-quin (her life-size, made-to-measure mannequin) and examined her perfect outfit: a juicy cashmere baby- doll dress in navy with grey ribbed wool tights- all the rage in England, or so she had been told, and the splash of colour, bright red ankle boots from Prada. Definitely a ten outfit, Massie prided herself on never wearing anything less than a 9.5. She waltzed into her marble bathroom and got into the shower, washing her hair with Bumble and Bumble shampoo and conditioner, then blow dried it straight. She got dressed, carefully applied make-up, making her skin and face look flawless but without caking it on and stared at her reflection. She saw her sparkling amber eyes, shinning brown hair and thin body. She admitted that she was very pretty but what she would give to be stunning like Alicia- not that she would ever admit that. She rushed over to Bean and asked in a silly baby voice (people at her school would be shocked to hear Massie neither commanding nor sneering but acting like an actual human being),

'Oh beanie! Rate me!' she giggled, 'I can't wait for the summer, but how the school will miss me; I wish you could see me in my full glory, everyone milling around me, bleating admiringly! It is so ah-mazing.' She grabbed her limited edition Ralph Lauren bag from beside her desk (given to her by Mr. Lauren himself, along with a lot of things- a fact she couldn't wait to tell to Alicia) and walked out of her room.

She scurried (gracefully, a true Queen is never clumsy) downstairs and slipped into her elaborately carved heavy dining table and tucked into her eggs benedict.

The Block Guest House, 6:37

'Claire, Claire honey, wake-up dear. It is time for your last day of school for a whole year! You must be so excited! When I was your age...'

at that, Claire Lyons flew out of bed shrieking,

'No! No! Not another reminisng story! I'm up! I'm up!'

Judi Lyons laughed affectionately and ruffled her daughter's rather thin blonde hair,

'Get in the shower, sweetie, breakfast is in 15 minutes!' cooed Judi.

Claire grabbed that days clothes (abercrombie jeans, with a second hand Guess bright yellow with pink writing T-shirt and a Aeropostal jumper) and ran into her shower.Stepping out, shivering, she quickly towelled her hair dry (it dried very fast), pulled on her clothes and added a little lip gloss. She peered in her mirror. She saw a moderately pretty girl with squinty blue eyes and a wispy blonde hair. She lacked the air of confidence of her friends and she had nothing of their style and charm, although she was always popular with parents, as she seemed innocent, and generally less wonderful than their daughters which gave them an heir of confidence.

She tumbled down the stairs, tripping as she went, and into the kitchen, which had a homey air although it was a room of what is only describable as a mini-mansion. She piled a stack of pancakes, dripping with syrup and calories, and began chomping away.

She was quite excited for the last day as she was hoping to go on a luxurious holiday with her friends, but her exam results! She had had so much going on in her life, with her on-off relationship and her career doubts, that she had not studied at all and she never did that well unless she pulled a couple of all-nighters. To make matters worse, she was not in the PC firmly enough not to be unseated by missing a whole holiday worth of fun and private jokes, as her parents would undoubtedly force her to attend summer school. She paused for breath and took a swig of orange juice.

The Rivera Estate- 6:39

Alicia Rivera woke up with a satisfied sigh, dreaming of her HAWT crush, Josh Hotz. She pulled back her silk Ralph Lauren Home bed clothes and felt her feet sink into her reindeer skin rug, imported from finland- it did not really fit her decor but her father bought it for her and it was so luxuriously soft and creamy. She skipped into her bathroom, shuddering as she reached the cold marble. She gazed at herself in the mirror, taking in her evenly tanned skin, glossy raven hair, glittering dark eyes, blinding teeth and generally perfect feature. She was so pretty that every boy at Briarwood loved her and everyone at OCD was jealous. She winced at invisible zits, and hopped into the shower, cleansing her hair with frederick fekkai glossing shampoo (not that she needed it). Dripping wet, she got out, and rapped a pale cream fluffy towel around her and padded into her palatial arabian nights themed room and entered her walk-through closet. She pulled out a vintage-looking silk chanel t-shirt dress, black leggings and french sole metallic ballet flats. She look ah-mazing even for her, although she glared at her curves, wishing her body was a little more like Massie's.

As much as she was excited for the last day of school and she was surprisingly excited to receive her exam results, but there was the Josh situation! She had had a massive crush on him, since the minute he had transferred from Hotchkiss. He had finally started officially liking her and her alpha had basically banned her from seeing him and everyone knows there is nothing hotter to a girl than forbidden fruit. As much as she worshipped Massie, right know she had a overwhelming desire to rip her face off. Little did she know she was about to find out much worse news.

'Hola Alicia, miel, you look muy beautiful, I love that dress on you.'

'Mum, good morning, gracias.'

'I have some news, your friend Kirsty..no, Kristen. Well, her father just lost a lot of money and they need a place to stay, so they are moving into our guest house today. But their family is, how you say it? proud. They don't except "charity", so the father is going to be a footman, and Kristen is going to be a maid and serve us at dinner.'

'NO! you must be joking! NO! NO! You must stop this! She won't wear a u-u-uniform or anything?'

'Well, her mother insists.'

Alicia errupted into hysterical tears, she ran into her bathroom snivelling. Eventually she recovered and dabbed her face with a flannel. Having done this, she gently applied some M.A.C make-up. She looked striking but without being too over the top. She slunk downstairs.

The Gregory Apartment- 6:41

Kristen woke with a wail, she couldn't help thinking about the move that would ruin her life. She turned over and buried her face in her pillow. After a few minutes, she stifled her tears and pulled back her cotton duvet but then she caught sight of her new uniform hanging on her doorway and snivelled. She looked around the empty room, everything had been moved into the Rivera's guest house, well, except for today's outfit. She blew her nose and stood up, and hurried down the hall to the bathroom. As she was a very organised person, she had already taken a shower last night so all she had to do was put her make-up on and get dressed in a basic outfit. Today's was short green juicy shorts, puma white and green trainers and a diesel white with green writing shirt. She looked sporty cute, but not as ah-mazing as her friends (well not counting Claire) always looked, but she was too upset to care. She glanced in the mirror. She saw a slightly prettier than average girl, with very short blond hair, small aqua eyes and a wiry body.

But her troubles were may more than skin deep! She had always liked Alicia, more than anyone sometimes, especially lately as she became much wittier, but she was always jealous. I mean, she was so perfect, she was the richest and prettiest of the Clique, boys loved her and recently along with becoming funnier, she seemed like she was much more intelligent although she only got average grades due to her lack of work. To top things of, she was Massie's best friend, and second most popular girl in OCD (some would say the most, but Massie ruled through fear) i know, I made Alicia too perfect, but I have always liked her best . Kristen now had to be her maid,as if she didn't have enough troubles already. Grabbing her old Juicy bag, she went into the kitchen.

Dylan's House- 6:43

'Pickles, wake up dear, I need to talk to you.' said Meri-Lee Marvel in the lilting tones that she was so famous for.

'Wa? Mom? Not now! I am sleeping' whimpered Dylan.

'Sit up, we need to talk,' hissed Merri-Lee. Dylan abruptly sat-up, her mother never spoke like that, 'To put it simply: I am becoming more famous by the day, and my agent just told me having a well, not thin daughter may ruin my chances a little. My new show is being filmed in October, and you need to either loose alot of weight (and be a size 0) or go live with Auntie Jemima for a year. Don't take this the wrong way, hon'

'DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY? You are choosing fame over me and you expect me not to mind! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!'

Her mother realised what she had done, something no mother ever should, infact something no normal mother ever would, bowed her head in shame and slunk out of the room.

Dylan flew across the room, pulled open her mini-fridge and started stuffing her mouth with hershey's chocolate. The eating made her feel a bit better, but she couldn't wait to tell her friends. Boy, was Dylan gonna need a lot of sympathy!

She angrily pulled on her dark wash skinny true religion jeans and a pink and blue pattern Diesel cowboy shirt (open over a peach petit bateau tank-top). She stormed into her bathroom and plastered her face in make-up (un-conciously choosing dark colours). She peered into her full length mirror. She saw a slightly chubby girl with flaming red hair and a scowl masking her pleasant face. She grabbed a long dark cable knit cardigan from Ella Moss and fully buttoned it up, hiding her bright outfit. She fished some black ankle boots from her closet back and thumped downstairs