Hey guys, Vicky here :)

I just wanted to tell you about something that's been brought to my attention today. Ashlee (*hacked into* cookies n' creme) has been posting a story (bitches of Westchester) that has been flaming amazing writers on this fandom, who have been very nice and supportive to me. She is posting, because of reviews you are giving her. If you want it to stop, please don't review on her story. Don't read or review it, if you want to show support for the writers she has flamed. If you are going to do this, post it in your review to my story, or just don't review hers.

Thanks, and here's another chapter, dedicated to the writers who have gotten flamed by her.

It was midnight. Massie was awake, and decided to get a midnight snack. The floorboards creaked as she entered the Lyons's small, yet cozy, kitchen. The fridge light turned on when she opened it. Inside, were a variety of chocolate puddings and icecream. The only healthy thing was a lone bag of carrots. Sighing, she pulled them out. Carrots weren't her favorite food. She would have preferred one of Inez's homemade cereal bars, with organic cranberry's.

The floorboards creaked again, but Massie hadn't moved an inch. Light spilled through the kitchen, making her heart jump. Was Todd or James going to scare her? When nothing jumped out at her, she started to feel really scared, and hid behind the kitchen table. The creaks got louder, and closer. Creak, creak, creak... Massie's heart beat got louder, and faster. A shadow fell across the room, and she covered her mouth. It was too tall for any of the Lyons's, and too oversized for James. The shadow grew larger as it got near her, and she could make out, the person was definitely over weight. The small beam of a flashlight searched the room, and Massie ducked down. It was a burglar. His face was shadowed, but she could make out a gray beard on the man's cheeks. Then he turned away, towards the cabinet, where the Lyons's kept their electronics. Massie took out her phone from her sweatshirt pocket, and dialed 911. She couldn't speak, and she hoped the call would be enough to tell the police her location. Just when she was about to press call, another figure entered the room, moving right towards her hiding place. The brunette froze in shock and fear. The person moved closer, and closer, and closer, and,

"Massie?" The second burglar flicked on a light, and took off her hat. Blonde hair spilled out, and Massie found herself looking into a familiar pair of blue eyes.

"Claire?" Her friend nodded, and held a finger to her lips. Then she beckoned Massie, and her associate outside. Massie followed, not knowing what else to do. Her heart was still beating fast from the shock. The cold night air calmed her senses, and she was able to focus on the situation at hand. Claire closed the door.

"Massie!" The two girls bear hugged. It felt good to see her old friend. Claire's partner in crime walked up to her.

"Sorry for the shock, I'm Caleb." He looked in his late fifties, with gray hair, and wrinkles near his eyes.

"Caleb was in the hospital with me," Claire started, breathlessly, "and he agreed to help me break out." The news shocked Massie, even more than the intrusion had. Claire Lyons, breaking out of a mental hospital? If someone had told her the same thing in sixth grade, she would have sent them to a mental hospital.

"But...but why?" Claire sighed.

"You may want to sit down. This is going to be a long story." The alpha willingly sat down on the front steps, ignoring the wetness.

"Well, you know Cam broke up with me for Layne, and I had too much to drink. But, you don't know, she attacked me first! When she found out Cam hadn't broken up with me, she got annoyed, and had him tell me on the spot. When I failed to accept it, she jumped me. Yes, jumped me. Cam was trying to break us apart, and I started to fight back. Someone called the police, and by accident, I knocked Layne out. Then, the police had to knock me out. They put me in a mental hospital for, quote on quote, injuring another human, and drinking irresponsibly. It was Derrick's fault he had alcohol in the first place, but the chief of police knows his dad. To top it off, the people in the hospital were so unkind, and I wanted to see you. Then I met Caleb. He got in the hospital for running around his home town, screaming. Anyway, we both wanted to get out, so we organized an escape plan. And here we are."

Massie couldn't believe what she was hearing. It seemed like life in Westchester had gotten stranger since she had left. Claire had changed so much, and so had the PC. She wasn't sure she could keep up with the changes. Finally, she turned to Claire.

"So, what now?" It was a question that had been on her lips ever since Kendra had told her the news. Claire waved at Caleb, and he walked to his car, and took off.

"Are you worried about him?" asked Massie.

"Nah, he'll survive," the blonde replied, "But you need to hide me. I mean, my parents will let me stay, but I can't go to OCD. That's where you come in. I have to be in hiding, with a wig and all that. You have to introduce me as your english friend. Then, we'll take down the new alpha together."

Massie was confused. Did she mean Alicia? Yes, her old beta had been mean to Claire, but why would Claire want to take her down? She voiced her questions to her friend.

Claire laughed.

"Oh, Mass. The new alpha isn't Alicia, it's Layne!"

ooOOooOOoo

The Lyons's were shocked. They actually considered sending Claire back to the hospital! In the end, they wrote to the hospital, telling them Claire was a changed girl, and it was fine to have her home. Kendra though, was still a little wary. She couldn't grasp the fact that Claire had broken out of the hospital, with some crazy guy. Massie, on the other hand, understood why Claire had to do it. The brunette couldn't grasp the fact, that Layne was the new alpha of OCD. It didn't make any sense! Layne had been a total LBR! Massie was looking forward to seeing how Layne had changed, and taking her down. All she had to do, was work on hiding Claire's identity. This would help the former PC member become more popular with her ex-friends. James, Todd, Massie, and Claire, were now all in Claire's room, helping with her transformation.

"In London, we say may, instead of can. Also, don't roll your R's. Most british people don't. For example, say huh-ree instead of hurry." James was showing Claire how to speak with a british accent.

"Also, pronounce u, with the ew sound." added Massie.

Claire sighed dramatically. Massie turned away. She had to pick out Claire's new look, and leave the accent to James. Since the normal Claire wasn't very preppy, she decided that the "british friend" had to be. Finally, she found an outfit that she liked, using mostly her clothes, of course. A short, but not too short, blue skirt, with a white plaid design; a white blouse, and a shrunken, gray, boyfriend blazer. Gray channel flats completed the outfit. It was so good, Emmy would have put it in her fashion article.

"Massie, how should I act?" Claire asked, eying her outfit warily.

"British." answered Todd, earning a glare from James.

"Be Classy," she answered, "Be polite, don't be a snob, but be confident. Stand tall, hold your head high... your an actress Claire. If any one can do it, you can." Clare nodded, happily.

"What should her name be?" asked Todd. James raised a finger.

"I want to do this...I can feel it...Millie Davis." Massie groaned.

"Davis is fine, but Millie?"

"That, is my grandmother's name. I am very offended." answered James, in mock anger.

"No...how 'bout, Christina Davis?" Claire asked. They all agreed.

"Well, Christina Davis, welcome to Westchester, New York." Massie smiled. This was going to be very fun.