Massie awoke from her restless sleep. Why was Claire bothering her so much? Why did Claire have to become rich? Why did Claire win!
She sat up with a sigh. She groped around for cell, until she found it. She turned it on to look at the time. 5:30 A.M. "Gah!"
She put down her phone, and rolled on her side, trying to fall asleep. Nothing. She laid there for two hours, tiny thoughts nibbling at her mind and sanity, until she could take it no longer.
She sat up, and shoved a purple pillow into her face. Then started screaming. Why was this happening? She stopped, and noticed tears streaming down her face.
Why was she acting like this? Shouldn't she be happy for her friend? Then she thought about it. She should, it just wasn't going to happen.
She looked at her cell again, 7:30 A.M. She rolled off her bed, and decided a nice long soak might make her feel better.
She grabbed all the oils and creams that she could find that were for a "home spa." She grabbed the softest towels she had, and walked into her bathroom.
About an hour later, she walked out feeling much better. Changed back into her pajamas and looked at her phone once more. 8:11 A.M. She sighed, as she thought a couple hours back.
She walked down the stairs, to feel a little thing brush past her leg in a flash. Massie looked at the bottom of the stairs. Sure enough, there was Bean. She smiled, "Beanie, come here!"
The tiny dog sprinted the stairs till; she reached Massie, her beloved owner. Massie scooped up her little pet, and kissed Bean on the head.
After Massie had finished her bowl of fresh fruit, she ran upstairs to get ready. She entered her room, and strolled over to her mannequin. Then she transferred the clothes from it to herself.
She glided to the full-length mirror to examine herself. She smiled as she scanned from the top to bottom. Hair, perfectly lying on her shoulders. Neck, covered in cute little necklaces. I pink shrug, and a brown tank top underneath it. She looked at her pink-corduroy-mini-skirt.
She went into her closet and took out a pair of brown flats, and a pink Coach purse that matched her shrug and skirt. Massie smiled, at herself, she felt like perfection.
"Just a few details missing," she murmured under her breath. She applied some makeup to her face, and pulled out a shade of lip-gloss. She wasn't in the mood for the Glossip Girl.
Then she strolled downstairs, and out into the spring morning, where both Claire, and Isaac, they're driver, were waiting for her.
"Let's go!" Claire said as she wiggled with excitement.