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The Block Estate
The Living Room
Friday, September 5th
8:07 P.M
"And she goes, 'No, we're the rulers of this school' like she's the court jury and the decision is hers." Massie continued her rant, slamming her manicured hand on the table. She had been ranting about the Glamour Girls for the past 10 minutes. "Ehmagawd, she's so arrogant and conceited! If I got a penny for everytime she smirked, I would ah-bviously be a billionaire."
The PC all nodded in agreement. They were seated on their sleeping bags in a spoked wheel pattern. Junior Mints, chocolate covered pretzels, frozen yogurt, Pirate's Booty popcorn, and gummy worms were place in bowls in the middle. Bottles of nail polish, make up, and clothes were lying on the floor, but no one touched the food or the cosmetics.
"What are we going to do?" Dylan wailed, reaching for a pretzel and stuffing it in her mouth in consolation.
Massie sighed, tapping her foot, thinking. "Let's all brainstorm revenge plots. First person who comes up with the best idea receives 100 gossip points." The PC's eyes widened at the enormous number of gossip points.
Alicia stroked her glossy, black ponytail, deep in thought. Dylan grabbed a handful of mints and munched on them. Kristen tapped her Sally Hansen-polished nails on the floor, and Claire gnawed on her cuticles.
"I know!" Alicia exclaimed suddenly. "Why don't we spread a really nasty rumor about them?"
"Hmm... an idea, but it's too common. Everyone spreads rumors, and it can backfire." Massie replied. Alicia pouted. The Pretty Committee sighed and kept on brainstorming ideas. After 10 minutes, everyone had suggested a bunch of ideas, but none of them were exceptional.
Claire spoke up. "You know the saying, 'Know your enemy before going into war'? Maybe we should do some research on them. You know, find out where they came from and stuff, 'cause we know nothing about them."
Massie's amber eyes lit up. "That's a great idea, Kuh-laire! It's not a revenge plot, but it's a start. You get 10 gossip points." Claire grinned proudly while the rest of the PC gave her looks of jealousy.
Massie got up and walked to her white Macbook, the PC following behind her.
"Search them on the OCD webpage's directory, or maybe their Twitter and Myspace pages." Kristen advised, tucking a piece of blond hair behind her ear.
Massie nodded, typing and connecting to the OCD web page. On the homepage, it said "Welcome our new students, Courtney, Kayla, Allison, and Cassie!". She clicked on Student Directory, and scrolled until she found the name "Cassie Burnston". She clicked on View Information.
Student Name: Cassie M. Burnston
Age: 13
Email: Cassie_M_Burnston
Enrolled: September 4th
Previous School: Milton Academy, Milton, MA
Student Record: One expulsion, two suspensions, eleven detentions.
The PC all leaned towards the screen, reading the information.
"Seems like Cassie isn't such a good girl, isn't she?" Massie smirked, scanning over Cassie's records.
Claire gasped. "One expulsion? Two suspensions? Eleven detentions? Wow..."
Massie found the rest of the Glamour Girls' profiles, Courtney Cowell, Kayla Wang, and Allison Smitington.
Once the PC was done reading all the profiles, Massie connected to Twitter and searched Cassie's page. She tapped her nails impatiently, waiting for it to load. It finally loaded, and Massie scanned the searches, instantly recognizing Cassie in her Twitter icon. It was a picture of Cassie standing in the sand of a beach, waves crashing and the sun setting behind her. Massie felt a twinge of envy when she saw Cassie's perfect sun streaked hair floating on the sides of her flawless face. She looked extremely pretty and innocent against the beach background. But Massie knew that under the pretty facade was an evil, ugly devil.
Massie clicked on Cassie's tweets and scrolled. There were a numerous amount of tweets, and the PC leaned into the screen to read them. A few tweets caught Massie's attention.
PrincessCass1: I CANNOT believe this! We were expelled from Milton today because Principal Kentlings caught us hacking the school's system!
PrincessCass1: All the girls are extremely mad at me. Is it totally my fault that I wanted to know a bit more about Thomas? All his information is in the system!
PrincessCass1: Well, bye-bye Milton. We're going to a private school in New York called OCD. Ugh. i'll have to fight my way to the top again. :(
PrincessCass1: I'll miss you, Thomas. i can't believe i'm leaving my crush behind! his blond hair, dreamy eyes, cute smile...(Attached photo)
Massie clicked on the photo link. It was a picture of Cassie and Thomas hugging in front of the school building.
And the most recent Tweet:
PrincessCass1: I cannot believe this girl I met today at the new school. Her name's Massie Block and she is SO annoying, but I know I can take her down easily.
There were mixtures of gasps, snorts, and scoffs behind Massie as the PC read Cassie's tweets.
"This is brilliant!" Massie hissed, the newfound knowledge of these new girls settling in her brain. "Basically, they went to this school called Milton before, but then were expelled because they hacked into the school's system to find about this guy named Thomas, Cassie's crush! That's why they moved to OCD." Massie couldn't help but gloat-grin. She had found out so many secrets about the new girls! Take Massie down? As if!
Claire couldn't help but feel a bit stalkerish as she read Cassie's tweets. It felt wrong that she was invading someone's privacy, like reading someone's diary or texts. Maybe she shouldn't have suggested the idea... but it was necessary for the PC to take the Glamour Girls down.
Massie snatched a tube of Cinnabon Glossip Girl from the top of her white table, and swiped a fresh coat on her lips. She nibbled on her bottom lip, the sweet and spicy aroma suddenly awakening her senses and clearing her head. A fantastic, master revenge plan slowly formed in Massie's mind.
"Girls," Massie announced, grinning widely and straightening the hem of her Vera Wang sequined top. "100 gossip points for me! I have a plan to take the Glamour Girls down."
The Burnston Estate
Cassie's Room
Friday, September 5th
9:23 P.M
Cassie hummed "The A Team" by Ed Sheeran as she slipped her feet in her comfy Steve Madden knit slippers and padded towards her king-sized bed, twisting her damp hair in a bun. Ahhh...finally some relaxation time, Cassie thought, adjusting her fluffy robe and snuggling in her teal duvet covers.
Cassie reached for her adorable Lisa Frank notebook on her night table. She ran her hand over the cute, rainbow dolphins on the cover. The notebook was a little childish, but Cassie had had it when she was really young. It was the last present she got from her dad, who had passed away in a car accident when Cassie was only seven. Nobody, not even her three best friends, knew Cassie had this journal. Ever since, Cassie had written in the notebook every night to cherish the memories of her dad. Her hobby of writing had developed, and now it was one of her talents: writing, speed-texting, and picking a perfect outfit in less than 5 minutes. Cassie wanted to be a journalist when she grew up.
Flipping the journal open to the next empty page, Cassie grabbed her favorite pen, a teal and pink striped Marabou, and began writing.
Dear Diary,
Today is my first day at Octavian-Country Day. I was a bit nervous, but I put on my mask of confidence. I wanted to fit in with the students and rise to the top just like I did at Milton, and I knew I could do it. I was born to be a leader.
The day went pretty smoothly, and already the students recognized me as a leader and worshipped me. They didn't know about the hard work of picking the perfect outfit for myself and the other girls, and the hours of prep I had to give the girls to act perfect and confident. But the students at OCD also worshipped another group, The Pretty Committee, which is the supposed alpha clique. The Pretty Committee consisted of pretty, confident girls, but they were a total rip-off of the Glamour Girls. When I faced their alpha, Massie in the morning, I realized that our personalities were practically the same: snappy and confident. We had the same hair color, the same fashion sense, the same eye color, and the same air of alpha. Even our names sound similar!
I hope the Massie and the Pretty Committee will realize that they're going down, and the Glamour Girls will take their place. But I know they won't go down without a fight.
We'll have to see what happens!
xoxo,
Cassie
Cassie let out a deep breath, shutting her notebook and placing it and her pen on the table.
Suddenly, her computer dinged, signaling that Cassie had a new message. Cassie sighed, reluctantly pushing herself off her comfy bed and padded to her computer.
There was a new email from "Massie_E_Block" . Cassie stiffened, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Why in the world would Massie email her? Tucking a strand of hair that had escaped her bun behind her ear, Cassie took a deep breath and opened the email.
To: Cassie_M_Burnston
From: Massie_E_Block
Hey Cassie, check out this picture I found! Miss your old school and your crush Thomas, huh? Well, you'll be begging to return home once the PC and I take you and your little friends down. May the best alpha win.
~Massie Block
Attached to the email was a photo of Cassie and Thomas hugging, but Massie's face was photoshopped over Cassie. The words "Massie + Thomas" were photoshopped above the picture. Cassie let out a loud gasp, panic and anger washing over her. She stared at the photo, vividly remembering the day when she had approached Thomas and asked for a picture with him. She had told him the photo was for a Milton student collage she was making, but Cassie actually just wanted to be closer to Thomas and stare lovingly at the picture for hours straight.
Cassie was on the edge of a panic attack. How had Massie Block found the picture? How had she discovered Cassie's secret? If anyone else found out, Cassie's life would be over. It was already beyond embarrassing on how she had been expelled just for Thomas. Cassie racked her brain, thinking. Once Cassie had taken the picture, she had bragged to her friends about the photo, framed the photo (it was actually on her desk right now), and even posted it on Twitter and Instagram.
Twitter and Instagram! Cassie's face paled. How had she been so stupid? Anyone could see her Twitter and Instagram profile! And she had posted almost everything on it. Her life was officially over.
Cassie forcefully pushed back her chair and collapsed onto her bed, curling into a ball. She waited for the tears to come, but they didn't. Instead a strong feeling of anger came to her. She would get Massie back. Cassie remembered hearing some students gossiping about how Massie liked this guy named Derrick Harrington during lunch. Derrick Harrington. Derrick Harrington, Cassie repeated in her mind, a sly smile curling up at the end of her mouth.
Revenge was going to be sweet. Very sweet.