Layla stretched her arms out as she pulled back her covers and shuffled to slip on her slippers. She quickly got dressed for school by putting on a pair of dark wash denim skinny jeans and a shirt she bought last week from Wet Seal. She slipped on a yellow bag and a black headband and after putting on her red low-top Converse All-Stars, she headed out the door.

(the outfit is right here…and sometimes I might do that…like add the polyvore to my sets….com/cgi/set?id=6196702&.msg=BQcCAAAAAQQDAAAAAgoLU2V0IHVwZGF0ZWQAAAAHY29udGVudAoDbXNnAAAABHR5cGU so check it out and comment! And ignore the M&M and the rollerblades too)

Arriving at school, she saw Massie and her gang of wannabes leaning forward, probably gossiping. She ran forward up to them and yelled in a cherry voice…

"Hi!" At first, Massie ignored her. She kept talking about something. She was almost sure it was about Claire. So she yelled again…

"Hi!!" this time it was a little bit louder. Massie just rolled her eyes.

"HI!!!" she yelled, so loud that a couple people turned to glance around. Massie sighed, ran a finger through her hair and reached into her purse. She pulled out a mini stuffed animal hanging to a key chain and handed it to Layla.

"Here." Massie said, handing her the stuffed toy and waving her off. Layla knit her eyebrows in confusion. "Uh…thanks?"

"You're supposed to play with it to keep you accompanied while we talk."

"This toy is for children from ages 3 and up." Layla said, reading the label on the toy.

"Making it suitable for you. Okay? Now go!" She waved her off. Layla rolled her eyes and threw the 2-cent piece of cotton right into the garbage can, never looking back at it. She heard a squeal and a crash and turned her head to see…

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Claire watched Layla from behind a trash can puzzled as Massie threw her something looking like a colored cotton ball on a chain. Layla read something from the label having to do with age and Massie muttered something like "Shaming it suitable door shoe." Claire guessed she was saying something else and her ears just weren't working right. Layla walked toward the trash can and Claire squealed and dashed quickly away to her locker, placing her books in her locker. At least, that's what she wanted to do. But she tripped on the shoelace of her brand new high top Keds (copying Layla? Never!) And her books went spilling all over the place. Layla spun on her heel and turned her head over the trash can to see a clumsy-looking Claire moaning her head off. Claire shot her a shy smile. Layla gasped.

"Ohmigawsh!" Layla said, looking at Claire. Claire shrugged and tried to pick up her stuff but it was no use, she just fell over again. Layla bent down and pulled Claire to her feet. Claire brushed off her bubblegum-pink sweater and her knee-length and cinched-at-the-knee sweatpants that said "HOLLISTER" going down.

"Thanks. I'm so sorry...I just fell!" Claire said, looking at Layla puzzled. Why would she help her?

"No problem. I always help my friends." Layla said, smiling at Claire. Claire nodded slowly and walked away. She thought she saw Massie giving her the evil eye. But before Massie could do anything to Claire, the bell rang and she dashed off. Saved by the bell! Claire grinned, running off to her Wood Shop class.

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Massie pulled out her phone to text Alicia. This was one of the three classes they had together. She could've sworn she had seen Layla talking to Kuh-laire. But she couldn't have---that was strictly against TPC's policy. And Layla had signed a contract never to break that policy.

As Massie walked, her purple mesh scarf bounced up and down near her chest, going down to her waist. She whipped out her phone again as it vibrated. Flipping it open, she read the text.

ALICIA: Ehmagawd, did you see Layla?

MASSIE: Puh-lease, she's more fake than those knock off Louis scarves Duh-livia bought.

ALICIA: Mine was real.

MASSIE: Whatevs, so not the point.

ALICIA: Yeah, totes. Okay, g2g.

MASSIE: TTYL.

She snapped her phone shut and headed straight for her Pre-Algebra class. Ms. Anker was waiting for her, tapping her toes in new ½ inch heels that she ahb-viously thought were cute. Puh-lease!

"Well, Ms. Block. It seems that you are late." She said, brushing a lock of grey hair behind her ear.

"Uh, no…I'm not. Everybody else is just early." Massie shrugged, blowing on her fingernails.

"Ms. Block, look at that clock and tell me what time it is."

"Well, sure, but I was really here about ten minutes ago, but we were chatting it up, so since it's…" she peered at the clock. "…8:13 AM, I really arrived at 8:03 AM. Wait, I meant to say 7:53 AM. Sorry, I meant 20 minutes not ten." She flashed a smile and hurried to her seat. Ms. Anker sighed and sat at her seat, mumbling once again "Everything is not what it seems," in a low voice. She erased the late mark near Massie's name on the attendance sheet and sighed again. Alicia shot her a smile and Massie giggled back. It was so fun messing with the poor sixty-something old lady! She was 99% sure it was 69, but that 1% is always there to tell you "you never know."

Anyways, Massie took out her phone again and while Ms. Anker droned on about Pre-Algebra, she texted her friend.

MASSIE: Leesh! What do you think she was doing?

ALICIA: uh…telling her off? Come on, Massie, she had to be following rules. Ya never know!

MASSIE: Okay, maybe.

The pressure was building in Massie's hands. She typed so hard you could hear the buttons clicking on her iPhone 3G. Unfortunately, it was loud and Massie was in the second row.

"Ms. Block, is there something you'd like to share with the class? That seems like a pretty high-tech phone!" Ms. Anker hissed.

"Not really, no. It's my new iPhone 3G and it…it can record notes. So, I'm taking notes on what you're saying." An old geezer like Ms. Anker would never own an expensive iPhone 3G, so would she ever know the truth? Probably, ten years from now, when they're so out and nobody uses them anymore. But would it make a difference?

"Can it really? Well, I'd love it if you'd show me how to do it! I just bought one last week and I simply adore it!" Ms. Anker smiled a fake smile and motioned Massie over. She bit her lip and quickly scanned her iPhone for something that could pass as a note-taker. She found the texting feature and decided it'd have to do.

"So, uh, Ms. Anker…you'd have to click on this button over here, and then you write the notes you want, and then um, you have to click "Save" and then uh, it's saved…or you can send them to frien-uh, associates."

"Oh, really!" Ms. Anker smiled. "Well, then, I'll send you a note." She used her thumbs to attempt at texting. What came out was:

555-9832: Mnassie. SToOP SPACBING OaUT IN BCLASS!

MASSIE: uh…uh…uh…okay…bye.

She shut her phone off and sighed, closing her eyes and silently praying for Ms. Anker to get off her back. The class snickered. Massie glared at all of them and kicked Layne in the third row with her shin, the one laughing the hardest. Layla shot Massie a half-smile. Massie returned it and shrugged. Ugh, could this day get any worse?

Todd looked up at Claire who was sitting criss-crossed on the couch watching TV on their new TiVo.

"Claire? What's twenty four times nine?" Todd said, clueless. Claire shrugged and pretending to work it out in her head. "Hmm, lemme think." She said. "Uh..6, carry the 3, uh, 2x9 is 18…plus 3…hmm…" she mumbled.

"Oh, it's LEAVE ME AH-LONE, TOAD!"

"Oh, whatever." Todd turned the other way. "DAD! WHERE'S THE CACULATOR?"

"Son, I think you can do your homework alone! It's easy!" Jay called from the kitchen. Judy had to work late so he had to cook dinner for Claire and Todd. Several beeps in a row were heard and then the smoke detector went off. Claire threw the magazine off her lap and darted into the kitchen.

"Dad!" Claire yelled. There was no fire, just a lot of smoke coming from the oven. She pulled on an oven mitt and opened it. There lay a "broccoli cheddar casserole." All burnt to a crisp.

"Dad! Step number Uno, You're supposed to unwrap and shred the cheese from the plastic, not just cut through it with a knife! Step number Dos, The oven is not supposed to be heated to 650° for forty minutes or else it'll…er, burn." She pointed to the pan in her hands, and then carefully set it to the kitchen counter. This would have never happened if she had had a cook, like Inez. No! Claire scolded herself from the jealousy she had just felt for Massie. She sighed and started to cut up lettuce for a salad. She stuck a microwavable pizza into…well, the microwave and brushed her dad off to go finish setting the table. Todd glared at Claire from the corner of his eye as if to say "Karma!" and attempted to finish his homework. Claire felt her butt vibrating and pulled out her phone. It was a text. From…Layla? Wait…Layla? She sighed and read it.

LAYLA: Claire, I need you.

CLAIRE: Why?

She could've replied something meaner, something more Massie-like, but she didn't because well…she wasn't Massie. She wasn't a heartless bee-yotch.

LAYLA: Massie kicked me out. I'm out. I have no friends. Help!

CLAIRE: Pshhh.

LAYLA: What?

CLAIRE: That's your problem.

Okay, maybe she was a little heartless.

LAYLA: But Claire!!

CLAIRE: Butts are for sitting. Whatevs. You're not my friend. Nothing more than a…oh what's the word you OCDivas use?

She texted rapidly, using Dune's word for TPC.

CLAIRE: Oh yeah…LBR. Good night.

LAYLA: Claire! Please! I'm sitting on the edge of my bed crying my eyes out! Please! Claireeeee!!!

CLAIRE: I SAID GOOD NIGHT!

She snapped her phone shut, satisfied. Suddenly it rang. A phone call.

"Layla! I'm not gonna help you! Leave me alone!"
"It's me, chickadee!" a familiar voice said.

"Abby? What?" Was this seriously Abby Boyd?

"I'm flying in to Westchesty to film my new movie 'Forbidden.'" Abby's perky voice chirped.

"Oh, okay, and? I thought we weren't MBFFs anymore?"

"Yeah, so? I thought I'd drop by. If you want, auditions are being held for the extras and stuff." Abby said. Claire shrugged.

"Uh, I'll think about it." Claire said. "Thanks, Abbs."

"No prob, Big Rob!" Abby said. Claire clicked off her phone with a quick "bye." Then her phone rang again.

"Hello?"

"Claire." Layla sniffled. "Please? Please! Forget about Massie. Forget about what happened. Just push past all that, and look inside your heart, and somewhere, please, somewhere, don't you see how I feel? Dumped on? Kicked in the dirt? Like, like a worthless LBR Massie has stomped all over? Those girls are Satan's little helpers!" Layla sniffled. She could hear her crying. "And, I don't want to live like this. Without you as a friend. You're my best friend. The best I've ever had. More than just some cousin. And I'm counting on you so please…just…please!"

"Slow down, Layla! Satan's little helpers? Cute. Okay, fine. Come over in fifteen minutes, no less, no more and I'll see what I can do…and bring food. My house is short of any unless you want stale lettuce and soggy microwavable pizza."

"Ew. Okay. Thank you sooooo, sooooo much! See ya in fifteen minutes!" Layla chirped, drying her tears with her sleeve. Claire sighed. Then she realized that Layla might actually win this election. With the help of…let's say, a soon-to-be-a-success movie being filmed right here in Westchester? Claire smiled at her plan and brushed off her sweater. Massie was going down. And not just to help Satan some more. But farther then she'd ever imagined.

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Layla turned to Alicia and started blow drying her newly-wet hair. She curled the brush up and started making it look like she did for school when everybody loved it. Setting down the blow-dryer, she grabbed the curling iron and began to curl it. Alicia squealed with delight. They were at Massie's sleepover. Layla smiled and curled the sides, fiddling with her bangs, when Massie suddenly screamed.

Layla rushed to her side and so did Kristen who was reading a Sudoku book and Dylan, who was painting her toe nails pink. Alicia sauntered over.

"I cannot believe those are the new "it" boots!" Massie shouted at the magazine in her hands. She pointed her fingernail ferociously at a picture of Blake Lively in a pair of black Uggs with Juicy sweatpants tucked into them. She was holding a Starbucks cup and a black beanie lay on her head.

"I kind of like Uggs." Layla shrugged.

"Ugh…Uggs are Ugg-ly!" Massie rolled her amber eyes. Kristen and Dylan nodded. Alicia shrugged smugly.

"I found out last week. I bought them in every color." Alicia said proudly. "You can share, if you want."

"Oh, puh-lease, Leesh. Cher is a tacky dance music that old people listen to. And I do not do Cher. You wouldn't wear those to an annual 'Wear something Ugly' party!" Massie rolled her eyes. Alicia shrugged and Dylan suddenly cracked up with Layla. Massie turned to them and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, I don't even want to know." She said, sighing. She turned to Layla.

"Speaking of being kicked out of the PC…" she said.

"Uh…who was speaking of that?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah." Kristen and Layla agreed.

"Apple C!" they shrieked, slapping each other's palms.

"I am…right now. Keep up!" Massie rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the fifteenth time today.

"Layla, let me introduce you to my friends. LBR and alpha." She said, pointing to her hands. One, the alpha, had on purple nail polish, and the other, the LBR, had on a big bulky ring.

"This is Ralpha. This is Shanna B."

"Ohh, I get it. Like "Alpha" and "Wanna B?" Dylan worked it out and smiled. Massie nodded.

"When Shanna B gets in Ralpha's place, she get's kicked on. Okay? And kicked on! And stomped in the mud! And then, she keeps taking over Ralpha's throne. And it, well, it works. So Ralpha regains her RAP…"

"Wait…I'm not following it. She raps?" Layla said.

"No…RAP is Ralpha Alpha Potential or Ralpha Alpha Powers. Okay? Anyways…she regains her RAP and then she has some huge plan to take down this wannabe claiming to have the name of Shanna B. Okay?"

"I don't get it." Layla shrugged.

"YOU ARE OUT!" everyone shouted at the same time.

"What? I thought we were friends! Dylan, I showed you that diet that helped you lose seventeen pounds! Kristen, I showed you my best soccer tricks that helped the Sirens win four games in a row! And Alicia, admit it, your hair looks amazing! I got you VIP Ralphs! It's gotta count for something! And Massie…you said I was the best friend you could ever have. The one person besides Bean you could really talk to." Layla's lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears. Massie smirked, satisfied. Layla stared back at them full of rage and hatred. Dylan half-smiled. Kristen waved goodbye. Alicia just shrugged and glared at Layla. Massie high-fived her and Layla ran out of the room, still sobbing. It was over. Her life…was over.

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"You get it?" Layla said, explaining what happened to Claire, who was deeply interested in what Massie did. "And now I'm out, because of some Ralpha and some Shanna B!" She slammed her fist on the couch. Claire shrugged. She talked to her about her plan and ooh, Layla likey!

I know, bad ending, but I have to go watch The Simpsons now. Laytah! Be a doll and comment, children!