The Block Estate
Massie's Room
Wednesday, August 18th
Massie Block smiled to herself as she pressed the enter button on her Mac. She had just sent an e-mail to the PC about their contest. Any minute now, her friends would call her on her Motorola and ask her for the details. "Isn't this great, Bean? Finally we'll get to see th-" She was interrupted by her ringtone. "Hold on," She whispered to the black pug.
"Hello?"
"Hey!"
Alicia's exited voice came through the phone.
"This contest sounds great! But really, why would you-"
"Oops! Hang on, I need to call the others." Massie dialed Claire.
"Hi!"
"Hang on. Let me get Kristen." She dialed Kristen, then Dylan.
"So: Alicia. What were you asking me?"
Silence.
"Um-I forgot," Alicia replied.
Massie opened up her e-mail and scanned it.
"Any questions about the contest? It's pretty straight forward. On Monday, August 16th, we announced our contest. Every girl who's interested will have a full week up until friday at 5:00 p.m to decide what they're going to wear. On the Friday 20th, after school, we'll rate every girl who shows up, and the highest will win the prize. Which, in this case, is a makeover from yours truly and a ride in the Range Rover. On Saturday at 2:00 p.m, our winner will go over to our house for the makeover. She'll be joining us in the car on Monday, August 23rd."
"That's very clear," Alicia agreed.
"Okay, so we're done?"
"No, I wanted to ask you why-"
Beep.
Massie hung up the phone and went back to Bean. "I've got to take you for a walk, okay?" She examined her outfit before she left: A knit sweater in a sophisticated pink hue, the latest Sevens jeans, and brown designer boots. Bean also wore brown boots, each one with her initials on the paw.
Halfway through her walk, Massie turned onto the street she was on Monday. She remembered throwing the bottle of Melt in Your Mouth Meat- Glossip Girl in someone's lawn. Now, she was curious to see what LBR was desperate enough to retrieve it, but decided against finding out. After all, the street was poor people property-it was a surprise some of those people went to OCD.
Massie was steps away from the front door of her house when she remembered another thing. On tuesday, she had forgotten her umbrella and tried to use a random b-lister's. The blister had nerve enough to object and run away. Which gave the alpha an idea-a challenge. Massie didn't know what the girl looked like, but she knew one thing:
She would nawt let the LBR get away with it. Whatever it took, Massie Block was going to make her pay-and that meant choosing her for the contest.
The Perfect Revenge.
CURRENT STATE OF THE UNION
IN OUT
Massie wrote "LBR dress-up" under in and "Massie Block mess-up" under out. Then she wrote "wannabe contest" under in and " wannabes" under out. Her eyes happened to scan the clock as she walked to her bed. 6:15.
It wasn't like her to still be in bed at a time like this. But Massie was pondering how she would somehow get that particular girl to win the contest-and then pay for her mistake. Not like that was the only reason she wanted her revenge. While Massie had been enjoying her summer in the Bahamas, the girls of OCD has been getting smarter. Not nearly enough people sucked up to her or appreciated her beauty. With the new year, new alpha-potential blisters had sprouted, ans she didn't understand. Was her charisma and know-how finally out?
Massie grabbed her Marc by Marc Jacobs purple shoulder bag. She loved purple-royalty, just like her. She wore her white-and purple-striped sweaterdress with Sevens jeans and white flats. Then, she went to meet Claire at the Range Rover. Once there, they discussed the contest.
"Mah-see, you haven't told any of us why you decided to hold a contest." Claire was the first to speak.
"Can't we have this discussion when everyone else is here?" The car stopped at Alicia's.
"No."
"I'm going to tell you," She fibbed.
"Yeah, right." Claire rolled her eyes.
"What are you two talking about?"
The girls felt a wintery blast of air as Alicia came in.
"Arg! Close the door!" Massie hissed. The beta muttered an apology and slammed it shut.
"Massie," Claire mouthed. She pretended to be staring Alicia's outfit.
Alicia was wearing a white floor-length dress with a red butterfly design-the same one Madonna had worn on the red carpet. A silver Tiffany bracelet with red charms helped blend it together. The outfit was a ten-and she walked like she knew it. But Massie noticed that she had gained a few inches-was she wearing stiletto heels? That was bad fashion, and it was a fad teased more than Miley Cyrus's hair.
"9.8," Massie lied.
Alicia's confident smile faded and she looked down at the floor. There was a long moment of silence before Dylan came in.
"Hey, guys! I have some news about our contest. It would be a great time to sell our-"
"Hey, did you see Alicia'a dress? It's Madonna's red carpet dress."
Dylan frowned and bit her lip, but Massie couldn't care less. Why did everyone want to talk about the contest?
They stopped yet again to pick up Kristen, who stripped out of her orange jumpsuit and walked towards them in a "hawt" v-neck and chiffon high-low skirt.
"Hello! Me and Dyl were talking about prices for our makeup line..."
Massie smiled. Finally something she could talk about.
"Yes, about that."
Our (revised) lipglosses also come with our eyeshadows: My eyeshadow is Royal Purple and my Glambition flavor is Mint. I have them all in a list:
Dylan:
Eyeshadow: Extravagant Green
Glossip Girl:Dark Chocolate
Alicia:
Eyeshadow: Popping Pink
Glossip Girl: Acai Berry
Kristen:
Eyeshadow: Elegant Blue
Glossip Girl: Krispy Kreme
Claire:
Eyeshadow: Refreshing Yellow
Glossip Girl: Caramel Apple
"All together, they should cost $65. Oh, and how about we sell them at the contest?"
Massie groaned. Luckily, that's when they arrived at OCD. She walked in with the PC, then she got to work. It was time to enter operation:Humiliate LBR.