A/n: I do not own the Clique and I also do not own the credit for the idea because this story is based off a book I read called Hate List. It is a super good book and I thought this could fit the Clique fanfic really well. Heads up this will be a little dark but not really. Check out Hate List...I promise you won't be disappointed!

Love,

Halo.

November 1st, 2009 is a date that I will never forget and neither will the rest of the students at Briarwood Octavian Country Day High School. It was the day that my boyfriend turned against the world, against his friends, against his enemies, and even against me. Even now as the summer has come to an end and my junior year is about to start, I still can't come to terms of why he would shoot all of those innocent people, why he shot me.

"Massie, sweetie it is time to get ready for school. You don't want to be late for your first day." My mother's voice said over the intercom and I could picture her in my head running around the kitchen grabbing her coffee and helping my father fix his tie before he headed to work. If you spent a day in my house, you would never assume that I, Massie Jillian Block the daughter of William and Kendra Block was apart of a school shooting and that is the appearance my parents fight so hard everyday to obtain.

"I'm coming." I said as I pressed down the button so my mom wouldn't coming running up in my room thinking that I have tried to kill myself. Ever since the incident she has been apprehensive about me being alone because she thinks I want to commit suicide as if. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a Rocket to the Moon t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and my purple converse and got dressed for the first day back to school.

"Oh honey, here sit down and I'll do your hair and put on your makeup for you." my mom said when I reached the bottom of the staircase where she was waiting for me, curling iron and makeup brush in hand. My mom used to do makeup and hair professionally for fashion shows before the incident, but now she has dedicated her time to helping me recover.

"Mom, really you don't need to do that. It's not like people are going to treat me differently just because I took time to look "pretty" all they care about is the Hate List." I said putting air quotes over the word pretty, because even if my mom was a former Miss America doesn't mean I got the pretty genes like everyone at my school so clearly pointed out.

"Oh please Massie, you could be very pretty if you actually tried. Will you please let me dress you for one day?" My mom asked well more likely practically begged. I can tell that staying away from her career has been driving her crazy and I'm to blame for that.

"Fine but just for one day." I said yes mostly because I feel guilty that my mom has given up her career to fix her "damaged" daughter. If only I could have stopped Landon from killing all of those people then my mom could still have her life in her hands.

"Thank you." My mom said overexcited as she began to curl my hair into perfect ringlets. It felt like old times when I was still a innocent kid and I would beg my mom to do my hair but now it's the other way around. It's funny how life works sometimes and it's tragic to see how life ends sometimes.

After a good hour my mom was finally finished and we set off for school, the place I am least looking forward to come back to. What am I going to say to my friends that I tried so hard to ignore this past summer? What am I going to say to those who accuse me of murder? And what am I going to say to those who are going to ask why I even bothered to return?

"Now if anything goes wrong, call me and I will come and pick you up." My mom said as she pulled up outside the green lawn of BOCD high which used to overfill with students but now is deserted. Everyone used to hang out on the lawn before school started that was before Landon stolen that safe haven for everyone that awful day.

"I know mom, love you bye." I said as I pushed the car door open and stepped onto the lawn for the first time since that day. After the shooting I enrolled in home-schooling while I was recovering from my injury. Landon shot me in the thigh and luckily with a lot of physical therapy I have recovered.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I heard an old familiar ask as they crept up behind me and I spun around in my navy blue Ella Moss dress that my mom forced me to wear with black Gucci high heels. "Are you even the same Massie? Or did she die just like Landon and all of those other kids?" Layne used to be my best friend since the second grade but after the incident she didn't want to be associated with me at all. She pretended as if our friendship never existed and she pretended that I died that day in her eyes.

"Layne, I'm still the same Massie but my mom practically begged me to wear this and how could I say no? She gave up her career for me, I owe her something." I said as ignored her last statement because the truth is for many people my innocence died that day and to others a hateful girl died that day and a heroine replaced her.

"She's not the only one that you owe some worth of debt or gratitude to." Layne sneered as she brushed past me inside the school. I don't know if I am going to be able to handle school if I can't even handle a confrontation from my former best friend. It's times like this that I miss Landon, not the psychotic Landon but my boyfriend and best friend Landon.

"It would be a shame if you turned back on because the school will miss seeing a very pretty dress." Alicia Rivera said as she past by me to head inside the what I considered the "war zone". I don't know why Alicia said that to me because we have never been friends and she used to call me names. Her name is was on the List that's for sure, but she's also the person I jumped in front of Landon from killing and that's when he shot me, his own girlfriend in the thigh.

I used to hate Alicia because she did her best to make sure my life was a living hell but what she didn't know is that my life already was with my parents always arguing and never being home and if they were then it was like world war three had started. My only escape was Landon, but obviously that didn't turn out so well. Now I am marching into school alone and my only armor is the words I can try to say to beg for their forgiveness but even then I don't think it will be enough to get out alive.

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