A/N Say hello to Vivienne Anna Charlotte Pembrooke! Thank you to Roxanne-chan and your freaking amazing characters. So here is the chappie! : )
Disclaimer: I'm not entirely sure that I actually need one of these, since basically nothing in my story is Clique-related. But just in case, here it is! I don't own The Clique, or anything you recognize otherwise.
76778 Redview Way
Pembrooke Estate
Vivienne's Bed
Beyoncé's classic single, 'Single Ladies' started blaring out of the iHome alarm clock set atop of a forest green night table right around 5:30 in the morning. Vivienne Pembrooke shot out of bed (figuratively, of course) and began getting dressed - a cream sleeveless blouse with ruffles down the centre, forest green blazer with the sleeves rolled up, blue skinny jeans, white strappy heels, and golden chandelier earrings. Her flaming red hair was, as per usual, straightened and down, and a simple clear gloss coated her Angelina Jolie-sized lips.
Just as Vivienne was about to yell at Evan (her very cranky brother) for nothing of importance, her phone blared Lady GaGa's 'Just Dance', signaling that a member of Glamour had just texted her.
Cally: pulling up in 2. watch out, spence seems to be a little on edge.
Vivienne smiled at her friend's warning. Cally may not seem like the brightest crayon in the box, but Vivienne knew about the hidden intellect - she could read anyone like a book.
Vivienne: thanks 4 the tip :) prob just nerves - it is the 1st day of 10th grade! & c u in 1 1/2.
Vivienne scrambled for her favorite Gucci tote, checked to make sure she had all her necessities, an rapidly walked (running was not allowed in an outfit this fabulous) down the stairs, purposely messing up Evan's hair as she passed him, causing several choice words to be shouted at her as she crossed the hall to the door.
She exited her house just as her besties pulled up. Vivienne gracefully climbed into the seat, sliding past Cally to claim her rightful place next the alpha as the beta.
"Sleeveless blouse, colorful blazer, skinny jeans...nine point four. Stylish and put-together, but a little too...pedestrian." Spencer's lips curled around the word
'pedestrian'. She hated anything too common.
Vivienne offered an anything-but-sincere smile in response (her specialty). Spencer might be the alpha and have the final say, but that doesn't stop Vivienne from resenting her alpha's use of 'pedestrian' describing her outfit. It was pretty much a left-handed compliment.
And although Vivienne basically spent the entire ride seething, when they arrived, she tried to put it out of her mind. They had to seem unbreakable, the perfect clique, to all those high schoolers. And to them. Maybe then they will understand that there is only room for one alpha clique. And that clique is Glamour.
A/N Yes, yes, yes, I realize I haven't updated in a while. But just to let you all know, I have one week left of school, so guess what that means? Finals! Yay. So one more week of tenth grade until summer! So then I'll (hopefully) have a bunch more time to write. I haven't updated in a while because the last two months have been sort of the end-of-the-year crunch time, where everything matters. But then I check to see if I had any new reviews, and I read one from gravity5 which just really made my day. So thanks! :) And pleasie pleasie please review! Tell me how I'm doing...I really want to know! Cheers! :D