Disclaimer: I do not own The Clique series or any of the original characters.

In this chapter, you'll follow Massie's daughter, Chanel, (named after her perfume) :) and Alicia's daughter Elle, pronounced ELL (there are a lot of questions about the pronunciation.) Hope you enjoy!

Amber eyes bored into amber eyes. "You're not serious." Chanel Kingley practically spat at her mother. She tossed her chestnut brown hair.

"Oh, I'm serious." Said Massie Kingley, Chanel's mother. "Your father and I want to move to the United States, for a fantastic job opportunity, so we are." Chanel narrowed her eyes as her mother continued, "We used to live there. You should remember, it was only a few years ago." Chanel stomped her stiletto.

"It's not fair!" she wailed suddenly. "I don't remember, and I don't want to live in STUPID America!" she burst into tears. Truthfully, it wasn't moving that scared her, it was fear that she wouldn't be on top. Chanel lived to be on top, and the smallest worry that she wouldn't, was enough to make sure she never left home. Her mother continued speaking mildly.

"Of course, we'll be living in a different state. Remember how we used to live in Connecticut? We'll be living in New York now. In the same town where I grew up. Maybe we can reconnect with some of my old friends." Massie added wistfully. "I miss the PC." Huh? PC? Thought Chanel.

"Who are the PC?" she asked, voicing her thoughts. Her mother glanced up as if coming out of thoughts of her own.

"Oh, they're just my old friends," smiled her mother, "We used to rule OCD." Then, just like that, her mother's warm mood was gone and she moved on briskly, "Speaking of OCD, that's where you'll be going to school. I wonder if old Principle Burns is still the principle." She allowed herself to smile once more, briefly, before maintaining her straight face. "One more thing, we'll be staying in Claire Fisher's guest house." Chanel gaped for a whole thirty seconds before breaking down and yelling,

"WHAT?! ARE WE POOR NOW OR SOMETHING?" Her mother glared at her and broke in,

"No. We are NOT poor. We're just staying with her until we find a nice house. It's not a big deal. And, she has a daughter your age. Won't it be nice?" Chanel had moved past screaming mode and was now into sulking mode.

"Yeah, it'll be just great." She muttered.

Elle stood en pointe and executed a perfect pirouette across her room. She flipped open her mini fridge and pulled out a diet coke. She flopped gracefully on her bed. She examined the latest vogue, trying to figure out whether her Alexander Wang dress looked enough like Rihanna's.

"Elle!" called Alicia Hotz, her mother. "Come here please! I have great news!" Elle charged down the stairs leaving her unopened bottle of diet coke on her nightstand.

"Yes, mother?" she called as she rushed into the sitting room. Her mother was seated on the edge of a sofa, with a dignified air. "What's the good news?" Elle was practically bursting with excitement.

"My old friend Massie is coming to live in Westchester!" Squealed Alicia, looking beyond joyful. Old friend Massie? Elle groaned inwardly.

"That's great news." Elle did her best to feign enthusiasm, and luckily for her, her mother seemed to buy it.

"Elle flicked her glossy black ponytail and said, "I'm going upstairs, okay?" her mother nodded and she flounced back to her room, slightly disappointed that the big news wasn't anything better. Elle opened her laptop and invited HollynFisher4evr to chat.

HollynFisher4evr: hey, whts up?

Holagurrl2: nothing. my house 2morrw 10 am?

HollynFisher4evr: sure, ill tell other girrls

Holagurrl2: kk c u

Elle closed the screen and opened her door.

"Mom," she called, "The girls are coming over tomorrow at ten! Okay?" she waited for a response.

"Sorry honey, but they can't. We're all going to brunch at the Fisher's house at ten. So you'll see Hollyn there. And I imagine the other girls will go too."

"What? Why?" asked Elle confusedly. Their parents were friends, and tended to go out for coffee and lunch on the weekends, but they didn't usually all do things together.

"I thought I'd told you!" exclaimed Alicia in surprise. " Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley are moving here, and we're having a Welcome-Back-To-Westchester Brunch!"

"You did already tell me," Elle snorted disbelievingly, "I just assumed when you said they were moving, you meant they were moving in a few months or something." Her mother paused briefly.

"They're moving on short notice. And her daughter is going to be going to your school. Isn't that exciting?" Elle considered it,

"Well, it doesn't seem like it would be too bad." She said graciously. Her mother grimaced slightly,

"Just so long as her daughter isn't like Massie was at that age. Massie was really mean." Ms. Rivera smiled brightly. Elle tried for a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine."