(A\N Thank you so much, CaptainKale being such a positive reviewer! So many people should follow your example XD P.S. SOrry if this chapter is lame, but I accidently shut down my computer without saving anything, so it seriously ticked me off and I took a week off because I didn't save any other chapters too... *sigh* Two hours worth of typing, down the drain.)

(3rd person)

Massie glared at her reflection. It was her own fault she got embarrassed in school, got milk dumped on her head and got laughed at. Massie took her mother's lipstick and did that Indian\football\wilderness survivor thing and made two lines with the lipstick under her eyes.
"You want a fight Claire? Well I'll give you one! AAAAAAAAAAH!" She screeched at her reflection and dragged the lipstick down the mirror.
Reaching for her phone she called for her new friends ready to start World War III.

(earlier that day, still 3rd person)

Chloe sashayed to the PC table which was inconviently behind the LBR table.
"Hey, guess what I got?" Chloe asked the PC. Massie rolled her eyes and went back to chomping on sushi while Kristen read about hurricanes, Alicia was reading about singing classes in the OCD Newspaper and Dylan was pratically shoving pizza down her throat. "Botox?" Meena asked. The girls (PC girls) laughed and Chloe joined them. "No. Mom managed to us a jet to Paris, France." Massie gagged on her sushi. She was sure she misunderstood Chloe with her accent, even though she swears she heard, "Paree, Fronce." The was rounds of "Omigosh!", "You're pulling our leg, Clo." and Massie's favorite, "Do europeons seriously tan nude?" (A\N I'm not sure).
But before she could turn around and make a comeback, the Principal had walked onto the small Cafe stage and towards the podium. "Hello, Octavian." Principal Burns said. It's hard to think she even had a bird nose before plastic surgery. "I am pleased to inform that school is to let out a day early." There was a round of cheers and whoops. And just because she could, Massie jumped on the table, let her hair out of her ponytail and started singing "Last Day of School" from Fred 3. After she was done singing she plopped down next to her new facepalming friends. "Heather," Massie heard. "Why did you get me milk?" There was confused stammering on the other side. Then, Claire Lyons loomed into Massie's vision. "Because I'm lactose." And before she could even blink and eye, Massie was covered in old milk. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" She screeched at Claire, who was just smiling.
"Because your singing stinks, just like you do." Everyone laughed.

(Present time, Claire Lyon's POV, Mrs. Reed's Jet)

I shifted in the leather seat and looked out the jet window. The Eiffle Tower gleamed in the rising sunlight. (A\N Just to let you guys know, OCD let out about 12:30 PM, they left 'bout 1:00 and Paris is, like, four or five hours behind. So it's about 8 or 9 AM ) It was shocking how we made it to Paris in just five hours.
"Chloe, this is so wicked!" Layne exclaimed. Claire rolled her eyes and continued reading Teen Vogue. "You can thank my Mom actually." she replied. "She's the one who has a to meet with a fellow designer." We all laughed.
Then Ivy picked up her coke-wine glass- looking cup and then threw an attempt at being dark and mysterious. "And just think" Ivy said over her glass. "Massie's missing all the fun." I raised my drink and laughed. Lola, Layne, Chloe and Ivy eventually joined in.
Lola was the first to stop laughing. "And just think of the party." PARTY?!. I facepalmed myself. "Omigawsh, I totally forgot!" I exclaimed. "We gotta leave around four." Chloe just rolled her eyes. "Duh! Do you honestly think I would forget?"
A voice cut through the silence. "Please stay seated and buckle up. We are now landing in Paris, France airport." Fine-ally!
We all simultaneously slipped on our Vogue sunglasses. Beside me, Ivy exhaled deeply. "Let's enjoy Paris before we have to go back and see Messy." I laughed- unattractively I might add- and then said, "Messy?! Good one Ivy!" Ivy looked pleased.
"Yeah," Layne cut in. "5 points." Chloe, who was watching the whole thing, just slowly shook her head and went to go meet with Mrs. Reed. Chloe... Je jure ...

(A\N Je jure means "I swear".. *shakes head*... Oh, and I'm not sure if you know this but Vogue actually does make glasses. I have a pair, but they're actual glasses because I'm nearsighted... *crickets chirping* I guess you did know this. Please R&R)