Chapter Four
Massie put on the outfit picked out for her first day at MS. It was about a month since she found out she was leaving.
When the whole outfit was on her body, along with makeup and hair, she looked at her full-length mirror. She was wearing a Ralph Lauren slim fitting forest green tee-shirt, True Religion dark wash boot cut jeans, black Ralph Lauren low-top-Converse-look-alikes, and a black Louis Vuitton blazer with big diamond buttons and silver edges. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, but her part was on the side, and little pieces on the front of her hair were dangling down and curled. Her eyelashes had two coats of black mascara, and she had strawberry shortcake Glossip Girl on her lips. Her nails were painted silver.
"Hmm. Nine-point-three. Thanks a lot, MS," Massie declared.
"Massie dear, please come down for breakfast! Isaac will have to drive you a long time today!"
Massie rolled her eyes. She couldn't take a plane?
After her delicious smoothie, she hopped in the Range Rover.
Massie: Hey girlies. I'm leaving now. :'(
Kuh-laire: OMG! I miss u already!
Alicia: Gr8... not! Mass, u can't go!
Kristen: Poor u. R u sure u will b alright?
Massie: C: I miss u 2. A: IKR, but I have 2. K: Yeah.
Kristen: Thx 4 reassuring me. Where's D?
Alicia: IDK
Massie: OMG WHERE IS SHE?
Kuh-laire: Beats the heck outta me!
Massie: Whoa, Kuh-laire.
Kuh-laire: ?
Massie: IDK, that was just a very un-u-ish thing 2 say
Kristen: It really was.
Dylan: Srry I didn't txt 4 a while, I had a crisis w/ my 7s.
Massie: kk. Ur 4given
Kuh-laire: g2g
Dylan: y?
Kuh-laire: breakfast
Alicia: same here. L8er mass
Massie: bye
Massie: well, I guess its just us now
Dylan: yeah
Kristen: yeah
Massie: high school, here u come.
Kristen: MS, here U come
Massie: so what grades do u think ur gonna get, average?
Kristen: A. g2g
Massie: Bye, Kris.
Dylan: C+ average 4 me
Massie: F 4 me. Bye
Massie put her iPhone back in her "backpack," a black Prada tote after changing it to vibrate. Within ten seconds of doing that, her phone buzzed.
Mom: Good bye, Massie. We miss you. Have fun. Be safe.
Massie considered ignoring it, but then decided not to. She had one thing to say:
Massie: as if
There, she thought, Hopefully that will shut her up.
Mom: Please, sweetheart. We love you.
Massie read it and rolled her amber eyes. I don't love anyone anymore! she thought. But then the image of a boy in shorts while it was snowing flashed in her mind.
Derrington!
Massie: I'm leaving, Derrick! I love u! When I txt u 2, Face time me on ur iPod!
Derrington: U have no idea how sad I am right now. Send me a pic of u smiling.
Massie sent a picture of herself at the eighth grade formal dance. It was Derrington's favorite picture of her, but he never had a copy.
Derrington: Thx. G2G
With that, Massie fanned her face so tears wouldn't smudge her mascara.