IF YOU'RE WONDER-

Too much?

Okay. If you're wondering why Massie seems to be permanently stuck on caps lock, it's since she dramatizes everything. And since this is a Clique nutshell stuck in Massie's mind…

I'll never end on eclipses, you know.

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Massie rested her soft, blushed cheek in one of her hands, and tapped two of her long, indigo-tipped fingernails onto the window still. Several cars had pulled up already, holding screaming kids demanding Happy Meals. Massie had counted twelve mothers with positively horrific hair, eight fathers with no hair, and two kids who had pulled on her hair.

People didn't seem to get that you were supposed to stay in your car.

Massie was realizing that most people nowadays couldn't think without her assistance. When she was first born, she assumed that it was just her family and friends that needed help. As it turns out, there was a whole wide world out there that needed to be controlled. Seriously, she could make some major change with her good looks and money. Spreading the ideals of overpriced clothes to Africa, and the fact that girls should always wear dresses, no matter how cold it was.

Massie pictured herself traveling across the globe, writing thought provoking articles on Forever 21's spring fashion line, speeches on Hard Candy's several lip glosses, and seminars on What Not to Wear. Then she would finally give a speech for that Nobel Peace Prize she so d-

A voice yelled through the loudspeaker, waking Massie up from her dream.

"Hello? Is anybody there? I'd like to place my order, already."

"Wait a damned minute…" Massie pushed the buttons to connect her with the person outside. "How may I help you?"

"I'd like a paella salad, dried brie with smoked salmon, and a Marbella-style soup." The dramatic female voice from outside cried. Massie could hear the anguish in her voice, since she was suddenly intuitive.

"Um. Ma'am." Massie started off, frowning. "This is a fast food restaurant. We only serve stuff like Big Macs and Frosties."

"Really?" The woman in the dark-tinted car replied quizzically. "Well, then, I guess I'll have a…"
The woman trailed off again. Massie tried to see past the dark tinted limo windows, but her x-ray vision just wasn't working today. The lady was probably reading the menu.

"A hamburger with lettuce, and a small strawberry shake." Her voice turned triumphant. "Yeah, that's exactly it. Poor people, les pauvres, la cartes are so hard to read."

Massie had a newfound respect for this woman. She sounded considerably older then most mothers, but still seemed fashionable. And she spoke words Massie didn't understand.

"Alright," Massie started off. "So-"

She was about to mention everything. Her ideas, her clothing line, her favorite food (calorie free mocha) - when she was rudely interrupted.

"Would you like to go to Canada with me? I'm filming a major motion picture, and I think you'd be perfect for the role." The lady said. Her sunglasses, dark and secretive, glinted from inside the car.

Massie smirked slightly. This always seemed to happen to her.

"All right." Massie said, slipping out of her uniform. "Just wait until I finish my break."

"Block!" Screeched the fry cook, turning around. "You leave, and you're fired!"

Massie smiled, and climbed over the Pay-And-Get-Your-Food window. She jumped into the random stranger's car, going to meet her destiny at a place that wasn't even on the map.

And once again, Lisi Harrison ended things with a swiss-filled cliffhanger.

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I'm hungry. I changed this chapter. Be happy.

Sweets for the sweet, it's more then you can eat. Click the button and review, you cool kid. Or I'll eat you.