Yeah sorry. Haven't written in... well a couple of months. But it's new years! Time to make some resolutions!


Beeeeep. Beeeep. Beeeep. Clunk!

Massie had hit the snooze button without even thinking about it, and rolled over.

"EH-MA-GAWD!" She exclaimed as she jumped out of bed, "Bean! We are in ENGLAND!—I need to plan."

She raced over to her crystal covered desk and flipped open her notebook, grabbed her fuzzy purple pen and did what Massie Block did best, planned.

TO DO

Pick out outfits for first week of school

Find a salon and spa and set up regular appointments

Contact James

Create B.P.C. (British Pretty Committee)

Massie sat back in her chair. Two of those things were super easier… the other two, complicated.

On the plane ride 'across the pond', Massie had met James, the incredibly hawt, HART, and single boy that the 100 percent accurate fortune guru Hermia had foreseen Massie meeting. The only problem now was how to KEEP meeting him.

Should she call him? Nah, to needy.

Should she wait for him to call? Waiting is gross.

Secondly, the thought of showing up to KISS terrified her. She wouldn't know ANYONE. (Except James, but let's face it, boys are not the same friends as girls.) How was she going to find alpha friends and make them her betas? The only friends that will be worth having will have an alpha already… how will Massie de-throne her? So many questions… and no one to talk to!

She needed air stat.

Two hours, she was showered, made up, dressed and ready. She wore her hair in a high ponytail, big jade hoop earrings, a white button down, skinny dark blue jeans and knee high Minnetonka moccasins boots. She was just about the take Bean for a walk through the grounds but when she opened the door she saw an unfamiliar car drive up the circular drive. She watched as the driver got out and opened the door for a well dressed woman carrying a cookie tin, a girl with long blonde hair wearing a light blue shift dress and a boy wearing a grey sweater and khakis.

"Oh you must be Massie!" The women exclaimed, rushing up the stone steps, "I'm Christine. Welcome to England!"

Massie's salvation came in the form of her mother, Kendra, coming through the front doors to meet this strange woman. "Oh hello there! You must be Mrs. Derbsham. I'm Kendra and you met my daughter Massie."

The woman handed Kendra the cookie tin. "Just a little something my cook made up. A little welcoming present."

Massie's head was swimming. She really must get a grip on these accents… if she didn't pay enough attention they seemed to change. Christine's sounded more Scottish than British or were they the same thing?

Kendra titled her head to the boy and girl coming up the walk. "These must be your children?"

Christine turned her head, "Yes, this is Kiara and Michael. They are twins."

Kendra moved toward her daughter. "Massie, Kiara and Michael go to KISS, and they live a little further down the road. I invited the Derbshams for brunch." Kendra then took up with Christine and walked back into the manor, leaving Massie and the twins alone.

"THANK GAWD." Massie thought "Mother has saved my life. Now I will know THREE people at KISS."

"Hello!" Kiara said bubbily as she gave Massie a shake of the hand. "I'm Kiara and this is Michael." She said nodding to her brother. Michael then shook Massie's hand and said "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"No, trust me," Massie said eyeing the two "The pleasure is all mine."