Sooooooo. I uploaded again. I know big deal. Anyway this chapter is super long for me, so I hope you like it.

Now I am not the type to hold new chapters for ransom but I'm just saying that a review every now and then would persuade me to write more. I also would like the feedback just to know I'm not writing a rubbish story.

"So," Massie began while passing Kiara the teapot "Tell me all about KISS. Who is who, what is the gossip, how are the classes and what are the big fashions?"

Michael and Kiara exchanged a look. "Has no one told you?"

Now, Massie was worried "Told me what? Mom?"

Kendra approached her daughter with extreme caution, like she might explode at any moment. "Well, honey, I was going to tell you… Just let you settle in first, but now…"

Massie threw her hands up in frustration "EH-MA-GAWD! WILL SOMEONE JUST TELL ME WHAT IT IS?"

"Uniforms." Massie looked at her mom with an expression that said 'Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?' What did that have to do with anything. "KISS has a uniform."

EHMAGAWD. UNIFORMS? Suddenly Massie was plagued with visions of wearing a frumpy Hermoine Granger-esque look. Boring skirts, lumpy sweaters and girls wearing ties are soooooo 2003.

"Don't worry." Kiara stepped in "They are super cute. And they are easy to wear in a variety. See look." She reached for the unopened WELCOME TO KISS packet on the table. Massie was going to read it but so far she was too scared. Kiara pulled a bunch of papers out of the envelope and riffled through until she found a catalogue marked KISS OUTFITTERS. Massie quickly grabbed the catalogue and attacked it with her purple fuzzy pen.

After flipping to the YOUNG LADIES section, she feverishly started to check off the items she wanted.

Knit skirt. Check in every color.

Tweed pencil skirt. Check.

Pleated mini. Check in every color.

Long skirt. As if.

High-waisted pleated skirt. Check in every color.

Double pleated skirt. Check in every color.

Cigarette pants. Check in every color.

Skinny chinos. Check in every color.

Chino shorts. Check in every color.

V-neck pleated jumper dress. Check in every color.

Oxford shirt dress. Check in every color.

Sweater vest. Check in every color.

Cardigan. Check in every color.

Polo shirt. Check in every color.

Oxford long sleeved shirt. Check in every color.

Oxford short sleeve shirt. Check in every color.

Blazer with school crest. Check in every color.

Every single sweater in every single style. Check every color.

Grey skinny jeans. Check.

After what seemed like ages, Massie finally looked up. "What about shoes? And accessories? And tights and socks? And tank tops? And…"

"All that's fine as long as it follows dress codes. No excessive amounts of skin… etcetera, etcetera"

Massie collapsed on the couch. "HALLELUJAH."

"And as for who is whooo…" Kiara continued, pulling out her iPhone "Latest gossip is queen bee Madeleine Davis was expelled over break."

Michael sat up in his seat. "Really I hadn't heard that! What happened?"

Kiara leaned in to Michael and Massie "She was caught… after hours… on school grounds… with a boy."

Massie couldn't believe her luck "No way! Who?"

Kiara shrugged, "No one knows, he got away before she could. Now she has been shipped off to some school in France."

"What will Amelia, and Krista do now?" Michel laughed.

"Wait, who are they?" Massie asked, intrigued at the thought of arriving at KISS in the midst of social turmoil. A shining beacon of alpha-ness to those lost in a sea of LBRs.

Michael and Kiara exchanged one of their frequent twin-tuition looks before cracking up. "They are mindless Madeleine worshipers. If there was a class on Madeleine Davis they would be sure to ace it… but there isn't one. So they basically giggle their way through classes." Michael continued.

Massie sighed, so much for adopting them. If there was one thing she learned from Duh-livia Ryan was that when it comes down to it, IQ points matter more than Sephora points.

"Massie! Would you like to show you friends around?" Kendra called from the living room in the way that said, Go take your little friends elsewhere darling, Mommy needs a cocktail.

Massie begrudgingly showed them around the house until she reached her room. She traipsed right in and sat down on the edge of the bed before awkwardly relizing that this was the first time she had ever had a boy in her room. (Unless you count Todd Lyons, which you shouldn't) She quickly glanced at Kiara to see her reaction, but it obviously wasn't a big deal. Besides, Kiara was too busy looking at all of Massie's photos.

"Are these all you friend? Wow, you must have been insanely popular." Kiara wondered aloud.

Massie only shrugged her shoulders and nonchalantly said "NBD."

"Gesundheit." Michael said while flipping through a stack of photos.

"Uh, I didn't sneeze. NBD means 'No Big Deal'."

Kiara and Michael had another twin-tuition moment and at the same time said "Americans."

Michael continued, "But it's not exactly like you will have trouble finding friends. I mean new girl + American = instant status."

Contented Massie laid back on her down comforter, only to be assaulted by a barrage of pokes until she opened her eyes and saw Kiara and Michael standing over her holding up a picture of The Pretty Committee.

"Who are they?"

"My BFFs."

"They are hot."

"Michael! Don't be such a boy."

"No he is right. We are hot. This is Dylan, Alicia, me (duh!), Kuh-laire, and Kristen."

Kiara pouted. "You must miss them."

Massie sighed, (she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately) "Yeah but now I have you guys. Promise you won't desert me on the first day? Pinky swear?"

Kiara wrapped her pinky around Massie's "Swear."

Michael rolled his eyes, "You can't expect me to pinky swear."

Kiara stared at him really hard and he obliged.

"Fine, but you can't expect James and I to do any more of these ridiculous girly things."

Massie perked up immediately.

"James?"