The girl was beautiful, though, that was obvious—her hair was long and brunette-auburn, in a relaxed perm that fell to her waist. Her eyes were emerald green with black mascara and eye shadow. Her skin…that was funny, her skin was tanned, but not like Alicia's. It was a darker, still very light, but brownish skin color.
Massie could tell that this girl was taller than herself, having a model figure. She had curves inserted in all the right places—boobs, hips, booty, and long, slender legs. All in all, she could beat Alicia in a second and was an eleven out of ten. Heck, even Nina would get a run for her money from this girl.
Alicia fumed, already jealous of this girl's bust. She tried to expand her chest out a little, but not so much that it was obvious and flipped some glossy hair. Massie was thinking hard, wondering:
Massie narrowed her eyes at the stranger. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Suzella…Suzella Smith." Her tone was so smooth and relaxed, it could just melt you and make you want fall asleep forever. Her hand was now extended. "…And you would be…?"
Evidently, the Pretty Committee had been gone for to long. But Massie had thought that their famous Clique would be legendary and at least not forgotten that easily. Her amber eyes did not differ in shape, for they were still slanted, but regardless she answered. "Massie Block."
Both confident women exchanged a formal handshake. Massie could not help herself but ask, "Where are you from?"
Suzella replied, "San Francisco, California. I just moved here last year in early March."
"That figures. We were expelled in late February." She hoped her emphasis on expelled impressed the new girl.
"Expelled," Repeated Suzella, laughing, "Classic. I usually just referrals but never actually expelled."
Massie was still carefully examining this girl. "What are you?"
"What am I what, exactly?"
Massie explained, "White, Mexican…?"
"Oh!" Laughed the girl. "My mother's white but my father's black."
The crowd gasped in murmurs. Apparently, no one else had known this. Alicia looked interested. The last time another person of color came, it was Nina and, well…let's just put it this way: it was no tea party.
"How come you're with those losers?" Massie pointed at Strawberry and Olivia. "You could be with us."
Chridf- walkszed in theroo. "Hi where's my baby
"righr there," stewie smiles beautifully and eats a bowl of cereal.
"TEEN TIRAS GO!" Will Smith was wearing black and whitE! OMHFAHYOURUGLYBUTT
STEWIE, "UGH U FORGET ABOUT ME BABY?"""""
Chris munching on a hotdog, "Sorry mom."
MYLES BABBIT, "It's oikay"
"PIMPING!"
"PIMP MNAG RISWPLEASE
"does this skirt make me look fat?" Stewie eexaminez his butt-length pink tuto,. and chris know chewing on a sandwich slaps his ass.
"Hy thre big boy i'm liking that ass,"
"CAN I get i diet soda
"YEAHGERALDS DANCE CLASS PPOLZ RIGHT?"
"EHMYFGSH!" Meg complAined.
"UGH WHAT HAPPRENED NOW?" TEWIE ROLLEDZ HIS PINK EYES.
"Oh, that. They came to me."
Alicia and Dylan let out a howl of laughter as well as the whole crowd. Claire grinned and the two girls blushed in embarrassment.
Suzella continued, "Aren't you going out with Derrick Harrington?"
Massie smiled appreciatively. "Yeah. How'd you know?"
"Olivia talks about him all the time. She wanted to steal him like Strawberry stole Cam Fisher from some blonde girl Lair?"
Claire corrected her, "Claire." She then cut a glance at Strawberry angrily. If looks could kill, Strawberry would be in her coffin by now. Strawberry shrunk behind Olivia a little.
Suzella apologized, "Sorry."
The Bell rang for the first time of the New Year of Eighth Grade. Massie, Claire, Alicia, and Dylan began to give their trademark walk by sauntering off to class, but Massie invited Suzella.
Massie and Suzella were already talking rather…talkatively all the way to class, leaving behind Olivia and Strawberry with the other Clique members at their sides.
