I was so excited of how many reviews I received! Thanks so much, I truly appreciate them. I just want to clarify something that may confuse some. In the last chapter I said dance was the big thing at Orlando Middle School. I want to say that it's dance AND basketball. There are different types of people and I don't think everyone should just like dance. Just wanted to let you know before your like but she said and then…;)

Claire's POV

Today I walked on the bus and sat down in my usual set. It was odd there was no greeting as I had sat down. Then, I realized something; Mandy was gone. It was a rare occasion when Mandy didn't ride the bus. Looking around to see if she had sat somewhere else I noticed something, all the usual people weren't on the bus. Things weren't normal. This one annoying kid Coy always rode the bus. Yet, he was nowhere on the bus.

I had hoped that Hayden wouldn't be riding the bus. The bus came to a slow stop in front of Hayden's house. There was the brunette standing in front of her gate. Suddenly, I did a double take on the image. I realized that she did not look the same. Instead there was a blonde standing were Hayden should have been. The girl was Hayden.

Every step she took seemed to have an extra bounce in it. She was acting if the bus was a catwalk. Her hand swept her blonde hair back revealing dark brown hair underneath. Hayden was always saying how she was going to get her hair dyed. Of course, I never believed her. This however, put me in shock. Her mom always talked about how it was ridiculous that girls colored their hair. Why had she let Hayden do this?

"Like it?" Hayden said sitting down.

I just nodded slowly.

"Jakkob, Massie's hair stylist, did it for me. Isn't it like a total ten?"

I should have known. Hayden did anything that Massie did. That included coloring hair now. Actually, now that I thought about it, I liked it better when Hayden talked about herself instead of Massie.

"Cool. What's a ten? I know it's a number, but..."

"Ehmagawd! You don't know what a ten is. Massie rates people on a scale of one to ten. Isn't that like so genius?" gushed Hayden.

"Sure…"

"I mean my hair is like a ten for my hair, but compared to Massie's hair it's like a total zero. Her hair is so pretty! Don't you think?" Hayden said.

"Umm…ya…really pretty." I said rolling my eyes.

I wished Mandy was here. She would save me from this torture. I hated talking about Massie all the time. Couldn't Hayden talk about something else? For the next fifteen minutes Hayden kept talking

"Ehamagawed! I can not be seen getting off the bus." cried Hayden.

"What do you mean? It is just the bus. We ride it everyday and so does everyone else."

"Not anymore. Ugh! Massie was supposed to drive me to school. Now I'm going to die a long social death," said Hayden.

"Come on it can't be that bad."

I walked off the bus as Hayden tried to hide behind me. Walking into the school people looked like I was crazy for taking the bus. Hello people, it's the bus not poop. One girl even wrinkled her noise as I walked in. I guess Massie didn't approve of public transportation. Maybe that was why everyone else suddenly hated the bus.

I turned around to talk to Hayden, but she was nowhere to be found. A blonde girl was walking from where cars drop off students. I realized Hayden had run over to the drop-off place. She probably hoped no one would notice she had ridden the bus to school. That girl was obsessed with Massie. It almost worried me of how hard she tried so Massie would give her a ten. Then again, it was Hayden. She put popularity as her number one priority.

The lunchroom was strangely quiet. Before school, the principal usually got mad that we were so loud. Today it was almost too quiet. I half expected a villain to come in the school and capture us. I started to look for Mandy, Sari, and Sarah. The bench where we meet before school was empty. It seemed everything was different today. First, Mandy not riding the bus, then Hayden dying her hair. Now this.

A gust of wind swept through the lunchroom as the door opened. Sure enough a villain had walked into the school and was going to capture us. The villain's name was Massie Block and she had the whole school worshiping her. Standing next to her was Mandy, Sari, and Sarah.

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I couldn't believe how fast Massie had become Queen Bee. I didn't even fully understand why she was Queen Bee. I mean clothes don't make a person and neither do looks. Apparently, the rest of the school didn't agree with me. Including my three best friends. How could the change their opinion about Massie so fast? This caused serious planning to win my friends back.

The first step was a makeover. I would transform myself into someone I wasn't. It wasn't like I was changing myself to impress Massie. No, I was just trying to keep my friends. Once they saw who Massie really was I would go back to being my normal self.

First, though I had to complete this makeover.

"Mom!?!" I yelled.

"Yes Claire." My mom said walking into my room.

"Can I get my hair cut?" I asked her.

"Sweetie you just did."

"But I saved up my money to get it colored and I really, really, really want to get it cut and colored." I pleaded.

"Fine, but you have to pay for the coloring." said Mom.

"Thanks so much! Can we go right now please?" I begged her.

"Uh, Claire Claire Claire. Fine we'll go."

"Thank you! Thank you! You're the best." I said hugging her.

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I starred at the mirror the hair stylist held in front of me. Oh My God. I couldn't believe what had happened to my hair. There was an orange highlight on top of my head. I wanted golden highlights not orange one! So much for a makeover. I felt the tiny tears form in my eyes.

"Sorry about that." The hairstylist said pointing to the hideous highlight.

"Can you fix it?" I asked.

"No, but over time it will fade."

"Listen, my daughter spent a lot of money and I want good quality highlights." My mom said snapping.

"Miss if you wanted quality you should have gone down the street." replied the hairstylist.

"Fine! You won't be seeing us again," said my mom.

I quickly walked trying to catch up with my mom. She was even angrier than I was, though she was always more emotional. I felt embarrassed for even asking to get my hair cut. I caught my reflection and realized my bangs were even uneven. The hairstylist must have misinterpreted me when I said I "This is ridiculous! I can't believe the nerve of those people. Claire we are going down the street." My mom announced.

"What?!?" I shrieked.

"Just get in the car," she said.

I heard my mom open the door and slam it shut. I had never seen her this angry, well maybe I have. Getting in the car, I could hear my mom muttering. Would she ever get over this? Her foot slammed on the gas pedal, as my head snapped back. I felt bad that my mom was going to have to pay so much money.

The hair salon came into view and I nearly hyperventilated. The building seemed to scream luxury. Surrounding the building was tons of luxury cars; BMWs, Mercedes, Range Rovers, you name it. I couldn't believe our little Ford was going to park here. How could my mom even afford a parking spot? Walking into the building, I became self-conscious of how my hair looked. My mom marched right up to the front desk.

"Excuse me, but could I have my daughter's hair coloring redone?" said my mom.

I could tell the receptionist was holding back a laugh. Suddenly, I realized that this was a luxury hair salon, not a walk-in one. The heat rose to my cheeks as the receptionist looked at my hair. Great! Now I was never going to get my friends back.

"Miss this is an appointment only salon. Walk-ins are welcome at the hair salon down the street though," she explained.

"Look at my daughter's hair. I am not going to go to that place ever again! I won't come here ever again if you can't fix my daughter's hair," my mom said hotly.

"That's a real bummer," the receptionist said sarcastically

"Marcy, are you really turning this poor girl away?" a voice said.

"Jakkob! Of course not. I was just-"

"Sure, sure, sure. Honey what happened to your hair?" he asked me.

"Umm…well…" I mumbled.

"That chop shop down the street totally ruined her hair!" my mother explained.

The nodded his head understanding. He must have had a lot of people come to the

hair salon wanting to get their hair redone.

"The nerve of those people! Listen sweetie I don't usually do this, but I'm going to re-do your hair…free of charge!" he said clapping his hands together.

"Are you sure? We can pay, I mean-"

"No, no, no. Don't want to hear it! I am paid enough. I had a girl about your age come in yesterday and pay so much money it was probably what I make in a month."

My stomach dropped. This was where Hayden had gotten her hair colored. What if Massie or Hayden was here? That would be humiliating. They would probably take pictures and laugh about my hair. I trusted Jakkob though, Hayden's hair looked so good. He also did Massie's hair. This actually wasn't that bad. Maybe I would have luscious looking hair after he was done…

Sorry if this chapter was a bit of a filler. I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry it took me so long. Chapter 3 will be posted tomorrow as a treat.

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