Hey guys, the reason this is out so soon is because last chapter was mostly just intro! Don't expect this every time, I don't want you guys to think I'm super speedy and then get disappointed XD anyways, this is my first Fan-Fic and I hope you like it! I know I'm having fun writing it!

Soph

Selene Herrington opened her eyes, letting them gaze up the ceiling for a few moments before she looked down. She stared at the sheets and blankets which she was laying under; both in the color purple, and rubbed her eyes gently, so as not to induce pre-mature wrinkles. She moved her legs over the edge of the four poster bed and slipped her feet into a pair of fluffy slippers. Her iPhone pinged right on cue, signaling the start of a new day. She brushed her finger over the fresh touch screen to shut the sound off, and then moved across her huge bedroom. The start of 9th grade was here.

Selene moved into her huge walk in closet, pulling a pair of True Religion jeans off the rack. They were gorgeous, dark and skinny, and would look super hawt paired with that new leather belt she'd just bought. She pulled a white tank off its hanger and then a cute see-through blouse, which was short-sleeved and cinched at the waist. It was patterned with ah-dorable pink flowers, and bore a navy blue background. It was perfect. Just putting it on got rid of her first day alpha jitters.

Daniela: Hey girls, what r u guys wearing? D.k what to choose!

Bristol: Knee high boots, mini skirt, that cute shirt I own… Dyl, Sel?

Dylan: Something hawt. Same dilemma as Daniela!

The iPhone signaled new messages, buzzing out of control on Selene's beside table. She rushed to check what they said, then picked it up to answer her girls. They needed some major advice. Like, really Bristol? Knee highs and a mini skirt?

Selene: Daniela u should wear those leggings u have with ur white tank and brown vest. Bristol, change ur outfit, major F11!

Selene smiled as she sent the message. In just a minute, she received multiple replies.

Bristol: F11?

Dylan: New acronym means what?

Daniela: Is F11 a good thing?

Selene loved thinking up things no one had thought of before.

Selene: F11 = Fashion 11. Like 911? Get it?

Bristol: Clever!

Dylan: Like times 2.

Daniela: good one.

Bristol: Was my outfit really that bad

Selene: Yes.

Dylan: Positive

Daniela: Agreed.

Selene: See you girls in the Limo!

After finishing getting dressed, Selene walked into her en-suite bathroom. She began to tousle her hair and spray it with something fruity, before applying just the right amount of Strawberry gloss to her healthy looking lips. She added a tad of makeup to her already beautiful face, and slipped in her color contacts. Her new green eyes blinked back at her, matching beautifully with the leaves on the flowers in her shirt. She quickly checked for the three Ps.

Panty Line – Invisible.

Prettiness – 10

Perfection – As close as it gets.

Selene was confident. It was time to meet her girls and get their entrance all planned out. After all, Selene was Massie's daughter. And Massie was known for her entrances.

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Selene stepped into the kitchen of her huge Westchester mansion. Her mother sat at the kitchen island, reading a magazine and popping her gum loudly. The former alpha of the Pretty Committee looked better than ever, with new caramel highlights, her hair blow-dried for massive volume, and her lips soft and shiny.

"Hey Sele, you ready for your first day back?" She put down her copy of Rachael Ray and looked up at her daughter. She smiled as she thought back to her first day of 9th grade with the P.C.

"Hey Mom." Selene grabbed an apple from the middle of the table. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Is Lyon waiting in the car?" She chewed quietly and browsed her phone for the new Mirror Application.

"Yeah." Massie got up to say goodbye. "Have fun, okay?" She enveloped Selene in a hug, suddenly feeling very emotional.

"Okay, okay I will." Selene walked toward the side door. "Bye."

She waltzed toward the car, whistling the tune of a few songs, deciding which she and the Pretty Committee would walk to when they made their grand entrance. She couldn't decide between Ke$ha's "Take it Off," and her more famous "Tik Tok."

"Lyon, let's go in this order, vary it a bit from last year…Bristol, Dylan, then Daniela." Selene began filing her pink nails down with a nail file.

"All right," Lyon agreed, and began to drive out of the gravel driveway leading up to the Herrington Estate. Finally, the car slowed down in front of Bristol's house.

She walked out the house, only instead of just her, a figure about her same size walked out. He had gorgeous hair, swept in the most adorable way across his face; he was wearing the most ah-dorable outfit. Selene couldn't wait to meet him.

"Hey." Bristol said. She sounded bored, as if she didn't even notice the cutie behind her. "Sorry, Jamie needed a ride, so I said he could come with us. Is it cool?"

"Wait, Jamie? As in your twin Jamie?" Selene stared straight at the boy. He in no way resembled the geeky loser from last year. "That's not him?"

"Uh, yeah it is Selene." Bristol laughed. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Oh, nothing. Yeah, he can come. Lyon! Will you take Jamie to Briarwood?" Selene stared straight at Bristol's twin. What on earth had happened to him?

"Hey Selene, good to see you too," Jamie laughed in a super attractive voice. No way was it the same guy. The old Jamie Hotz had a nasally voice, taped up glasses, and absolutely no sense of style. This guy was hawt, funny, and wearing contacts. His brown eyes seemed to smile as they met Selene's. She melted inside.

"Sorry, Hey Jamie! Didn't recognize you without your glasses," Selene giggled. She had instantly turned from alpha to Jell-O in about three seconds. Uh-Oh.

Thanks! R&R, I like constructive criticism! The only way I can get better is if you tell me what I'm doing wrong...Please also tell me your ideas, they are appreciated very much and that way you see more of what you like!