A/N: Sooooo sorry I haven't updated in like forever…this story or any of my other ones. Um, I'm been a little petrified of this one guy at my school. He's my friend, and he was totally gonna ask me to dance at the Dancin' In The Snow school dance on Friday (last Friday) and yet, he didn't. But he keeps staring at me in Spanish (he sits waaaaaay on the other side of the room) and he doesn't blink. And he stares at me when I walk past his desk (pencil sharpener). Um, hello? If you must worship, at least blink while doing so. ANYWAY, if you know who it is then you must be laughing hysterically right now…SHUT UP MADDI! STOP LAUGHING; I'M SUFFERING HERE! –cough- Sorry. Anyway, on with the story before I scare you all away…

"So what are we gonna do with our little wannabe?" Noelle asked, dropping down next to me at our usual table in the Café: the one dead in the center, which happened to have a skylight right above it. On sunny days, it was like having our own personal spotlight.

Sophia rolled her eyes and ripped open a bag of salt-free parsnip chips. She pulled out an orange-y colored chip and popped it into her mouth. When she swallowed, she said, "Nothing."

"What? That's no fun." Noelle sighed and slouched a little in her seat, poking at her tuna roll disinterestedly. "Is it just me, or is this fish really red?"

We peered at her lunch. "Ew!" Sophia and I squealed at the same time. "Guh-ross!"

"It's like, almost purple!" Sophia cried out, starting to laugh.

"Grossifaliciousness!" I said, inching away from it.

"Ugh," Noelle said. "That's it, I'm getting the California rolls!"

Sophia and I watched our friend as she threw her white napkin down on her plate of disgustingly red fish, snatched up her brown Louis Vuitton wallet (hers had oatmeal colored lace with delicate flowers all over it) and marched off to go get a new plate of sushi.

"That was gross," I said flatly, studying my Tobiko roll (tiny orange flying fish eggs, sushi rice, seaweed) before popping it my mouth.

"Not as gross as our little wannabe," Sophia laughed. "Did you see all those zits?"

"On Noelle's sushi?" I asked, wrinkling my nose. (No, dummy, I wasn't serious!)

We cracked up.

"Yeah, Emmy, on Noelle's sushi," Sophia said, giggling. "Cause sushi can totally sprout acne."

"Totally," I agreed before becoming serious once more. "So, in all seriousness, what are we going to do about this new girl?"

"Well, I think-" Sophia started, before a long shadow fell over her.

I looked up to see a tall, model-beautiful girl standing over Sophia. Her glossy blonde hair had pink highlights, in total Avril Lavigne-style. Her tight black tank top had been paired with a dark denim mini and black peep toe Marc Jacobs wedges with straw heels.

"Hey, Anna? Would you get out of the way?" I blinked up at her, my eyes big and cute. "You're blocking our light."

"What do you need light for?" Anna asked, sneering down at us. "You know you can't read."

"What are you talking about?" Sophia asked, turning around to look up at Anna. She pouted lightly, her eyes already in perfect Bambi form.

"I think you know." Anna crossed her arms.

"Why would we know?" I asked, blinking cutely.

"Some-body is slip-ping!" she sang out, staring at me.

I threw my napkin over my half-eaten "Seaside Combo" sushi platter. "Why don't you just go to hell?"

"Why don't you just go back to the loser table, where you belong?" Anna snapped, a little anger slipping through her monotone exterior.

"Somebody's PMSing," Sophia snorted.

"Mm, wonder who…?" Anna asked, staring at me with her blank eyes again.

"Yeah, wonder who," I growled under my breath.

"Whatever," Anna said lamely. "At least I'm not wearing last year's hair accessories," she said, staring at Sophia's headband.

I gasped inwardly. Nobody made fun of Sophia and got away with it! Sophia was like our little sister; adorable, cute, always fawned over, adored, and protected firmly. Messing with Sophia wasn't a good idea, because Noelle and I would rip you to pieces.

"Yeah, you just chose the rest of your outfit from last season's collection," Sophia snarled, surprising everyone. These were fighting words, and everyone knew it. Fighting words usually did not come from quiet, cute Sophia.

The entire cafeteria grew quiet.

"I doubt the sale rack at GAP counts as a 'collection,' even by Anna's standards," I sneered, using air quotes.

"True," Sophia said, with a shrug. She popped a small piece of eel into her mouth with her wooden chopsticks, chewing slowly.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Oh, right. My outfit is from GAP. That's why I have the Lacoste alligator on my skirt, and the words Juicy-"

"Courtesy of your sewing machine," I interrupted.

"What chest?" Sophia asked, rolling her eyes.

"At least I don't have a wannabe following me around!" Anna blurted.

"That's because nobody wants to be you," I said, pronouncing each word slowly and carefully.

"I could transform that girl from wannabe to somebody in less than two months!" Anna added, as though I'd never spoken.

"I could do it in a month!" I shouted.

"Two weeks!"

"One!"

"You have yourself a deal," Anna said crisply. "You have to transform your wannabe from a wannabe to a somebody, in a week. If I can transform my wannabe first, I get your table."

Sophia gasped.

"Fine," I said. "But if I win, I get…" My eyes scanned the room for inspiration.

"We get to make you sit in the back of the café, near the bathrooms and the trash, for the rest of your lunches here in high school," Sophia jumped in.

"Deal!" I cried.

"Official rules to be discussed today at 8 o'clock on iSight," Sophia said quickly. "Get your group together and meet us on iSight then."

"Unless you don't have a computer," I added.

Sophia giggled.

"I'll be there." With that, Anna walked off. Light flooded over Sophia again.

Soon, Noelle reappeared.

"What did I miss?" she asked, ripping open a new box of sushi. This one had "CA ROLL" scribbled across the top in black Sharpie.

I smiled wickedly.

Sophia grinned back. "The battle of our lifetime."