The Reynolds Estate

Natalie's Room

Saturday, September 9th

10:58 AM

It was the day after the party. She had woken up at 9:00 AM because of her excitement, unable to sleep any longer due to excitement. She looked at the girls scattered around her in their own sleeping bags. Uh-oh! She had to sneeze.

"Ahh-choo!" The girls all threw pillows at her. Even in their sleep, they were good. Eliza, who was lying next to her on the bed, stirred before waking up. She yawned and stretched before whacking a pillow at Sara and Casey on the floor. Thus a chain reaction started and everybody was awake.

"I'm hungry," Casey said, sitting up. "What time is it?"

"11 AM," answered Eliza.

"I think that breakfast is ready," Natalie said, sitting up. "We can go downstairs now."

Still wearing their pajamas, the six girls marched downstairs to the dining room, which was set up sort of like a buffet. They each took a seat and began to dig in. Of course, they didn't eat to much because otherwise they'd gain pounds, aka eww!

"Now that the party is over, we should start focusing on the talent show. I was thinking...some sort of a dance?" Eliza said, helping herself to a waffle.

"Definately," Isabel clapped.

"Great! "Let It Rock" by Kevin Rudolf featuring Lil' Wayne good for all of you?" asked Eliza. There were no objections. "Good. Now, we'll need hair & makeup, costumes, and a place to rehearse that's private."

"We can get costumes," said Casey, speaking up.

"You can use my private studio," said Isabel. "And I so have hair and makeup down."

"Perfect," Eliza clapped. "So, we'll meet at Isabel's tomorrow at noon exactly. Problems?"

"No," Mac said.

"Good. Be there," Eliza said.

"Or else," Natalie added, for effect. The girls laughed.

The Hotz Estate

Isabel's Room

Saturday, September 9th

3:30 PM

Isabel was so jealous that Eliza got to be the choreographer. Obviously, Isabel was a better dancer. Isabel was much prettier. Isabel was, in general, better than Eliza in every single way. Why didn't Isabel get to be the leader? The click-clacking of her kitten heels disappeared as she walked into her sister's room, with wall-to-wall carpeting.

"Isa, what's wrong?" asked 16-year-old Celeste Hotz as Isabel spread herself across the bed.

"Why is Eliza always better than me? How do you do it?" Isabel asked her sister, knowing that Celeste was the leader of her own clique, the Pretty Posse.

Celeste shrugged. "Hey, are you and the girls using the studio later?"

"Yeah. Why?" asked Isabel, curious.

"Well, Cocoa, Marisol, and Suzy were going to come over and we were going to practice for the talent show," said Celeste.

"What about Trish?" asked Isabel, wondering where the fifth member of the Posse was.

"She has to go to Virginia for the weekend," explained Celeste. "But since you guys need the studio, then we can just use it next week."

"Oh, okay. What's your performance going to be about?" asked Isabel. She was always curious to know what her sister was going to do.

"It's a secret," grinned Celeste. "Well, I should get ready." Isabel knew that it was her cue to leave. Even though she wasn't the choreographer, Isabel still wanted for Poised Perfection to win. She glanced around the room hoping for hints, but there weren't. With a sigh and no clues, she left.