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MissMass: I'm so sorry, my internet has been out the past few days.

DeeHSoccerStar: it's ok, i was wondering where u went

MissMass: They fixed it, though! So, what have I missed? What have you been up to?

DeeHSoccerStar: rly not much, just been playing games. I have a game this friday, i was gna see if u wanted to come, we could meet after?

MissMass: Send me the details?

DeeHSoccerStar: it's at briarwood, friday at 7 pm. I can have tickets the box for u and ur friends?

DeeHSoccerStar: i just wna meet u already :(

MissMass: That would be great!

MissMass: Can you put four tickets aside?

DeeHSoccerStar: i'll put 5 :) so every1 can come

MissMass: Thank you! I didn't wanna be pushy :) haha

DeeHSoccerStar: no problem :) hey i gotta go, i have to help my parents w smth. Do u wanna txt me?

DeeHSoccerStar: since i cldnt txt you when ur internet went out

DeeHSoccerStar: i was srly deprived

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MissMass: Sure :) why don't you text me first? 914-779-0244.

DeeHSoccerStar: awsm, txt u soon ;) it mite be a bit. Tlk later ;)

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Massie squealed, leaning back in her computer chair and kicking her feet in excitement. She had been dreaming of this day for weeks! She didn't want to be pushy, and had hoped that after her internet was out for a few days, he'd suggest texting and taking this to the next level. But, she didn't expect he'd want to meet! She scrambled to find her cell phone in her Michael Kors backpack, digging it out and putting it beside her laptop.

Her father had forgotten to pay the bill for the cable company, so they shut off their internet and her home phone line. She was thankful she paid for her own cell phone, her iPhone 8s, but she couldn't get onto the wifi to talk to him.

Currently, Massie was sitting in her Sherwin Williams Fancy Pink painted bedroom, at her makeshift computer desk. It was a folding desk with a rolling chair, and she threw a fake fur white plush rug over the top of the chair. She had seen it on Pinterest, and thought it was ahh-dorable.

Her bedroom floor was covered in a shaggy cream colored rug, and her bed frame was a white platform bed with a trundle below it so when her friends came over for their weekly sleepovers, one of them could use the extra bed.

Massie Elizabeth Block was a seventeen year old, currently in her junior year at Westchester Academy. Her and her four friends (Dylan, Kristen, Alicia, and Claire) were currently enrolled at the academy on scholarship, considering the school was at least ten thousand dollars a year. None of their parents could afford that, but with the scholarship, all they had to pay for was their uniform.

It was a known good school, and Massie had big dreams. She wanted to break out of her local town and get into an Ivy league on scholarship. Massie dreamed of becoming a CEO of her own company, a hospitality company that owned chains like the Hilton group. Think of a Paris Hilton, but way smarter, and way more down to earth.

Her and her girls were going to take over the world one day, she just knew it. Massie felt it in her bones. She wanted to make her mother proud, and would do anything to live up to her legends. Kendra Block was a legacy at Westchester Academy. She was the valedictorian (which Massie is on track for), who ended up graduating from Harvard with high honors.

She met William at Harvard, actually, in the business school. The two became enamoured with each other. They built a love together, they built many start up businesses together, and they built a family together. Until her diagnosis, they had the picture perfect family. Massie promised she would make her mother proud, and has all intention to do so.

Her parents were the upper middle class like the rest of her friends were, but they refused to let Massie get anything without working for it. They lived in a small, modest home with a backyard and two normal cars in their driveway. They didn't flaunt any of their finances, no fancy trips or purses or elaborate homes. They were business-savvy, but refused to ever be 'rich'.

Majority of their money was in a trust, not to be touched by any of them until her parents both passed. Her father had no access to it, either. Massie was an only child, which was sometimes hard because it made her quite lonely. But, she made her group of friends from work and school, and they became her sisters.

Massie works part time at the local summer camp during the summer months. When she's in school, she works at the local pizza place, A Slice of Heaven. Massie seats the groups as the hostess, which is a mindless job, she'll admit, but she can't take on too many responsibilities with her schooling.

Dylan, Kristen, Alicia and Claire also work at the pizza place. Alicia actually helped Massie get her job, she's been working there since she was fourteen. Claire is a delivery driver, the oldest out of the group (18), and Kristen and Dylan help in the back with running orders to the tables.

Massie closed her laptop, pushing it aside on her table and grabbing her iPhone. She didn't have a text message from any random number (yet), but she did have one in her friend's group chat.

💘The Pretty Committee💘

DancingQueen: What is our plan for this week?

DancingQueen: My mom said I can only hang out twice this week because my grades in latin suck.

DeMar: HA, I told u!

KSox: Don't b mean Dyl!

DeMar: sorry, but i told u so….

DancingQueen: K.

CLyonsss: What do we want to do?

MassB: Well, I have plans for us friday :))

DeMar: Like wat?

MassB: I have five tickets w/ our names on them for the BRIARWOOD SOCCER GAME FRIDAY

DancingQueen: OMG HE INVITED UUUUU

MassB: OMG YAAAA

DeMar: OMG U NEED AN OUTFIT

KSox: Can we be home by 10?

CLyonsss: RLY KRIS THIS IS HUGE
KSox: SORRY IM RLY HAPPY I JUST DONT WANNA BE GROUNDED :)

MassB: OMG ur right I do need an outfit

DancingQueen: So…..mall tomorrow after school?!

CLyonsss: I'll drive…..lol….as usual

Now, don't judge them or call them fickle, this name was given to them! One of their bosses at A Slice of Heaven called them it once as a joke, and it just...stuck. So, at school, at work, everyone kind of knows them as the pretty committee.

Is it a little superficial? Yeah. Does it work? Yeah.