MPORTANT NEWS!!

Hey Readers,
Just a note:
I said I was going to have a lowest Clique, but I've changed my mind. For now, there's just going to be the Gorgies and the Pretties. But there will be some special people's views too. There might be a school teacher, a super-nerd, or even a guy's point of view...
Stay tuned!
Also, the link posted is a set by me, but for one of my roleplays!



Kiss Me Like You Mean It [FAB 1/2/09] by I'm DeFyInG gRaViTy

The Eighth Chapter - Calliope Strumm

The Eighth Chapter - Calliope Strumm by BrInG iT oN... aLL oR nOtHiNg

(Sorry for Horrid Set, Hopefully Bio will make up for it.)

"Calliope, can you just try this on for me?" Mrs. Strumm said, holding up a lacy nightgown. Calliope was trying to pack for the sleepover she was going to tonight, but her mother wanted to help. Calliope took a deep breath and said,

"Mother, I am perfectly fine in the clothing department. I have a pair of pajamas on right now and that is what I am going to wear. End of discussion."

"But Callie,this will look wonderful with your hair ...-"

"Mother, please." Calliope closed her very neatly packed bag, emphazing the fact that she was done with the conversation. She walked out to the mirror in the hallway and checked herself over. She was going to have to look just right for this, or else she could probably say goodbye to her high school social status, if it wasn't already completely out the door.

She was wearing her favorite pair of orange-y salmon floaty shorts and a plain white tank with a pair of cozy Steve Madden moccasins. Her wild red hair was pulled into a slightly frizzy high pony, and a pair of contact lenses were in her eyes instead of her usual glasses.

"Mom, I'm leaving now. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, kay?"

"Okay darling. Have fun!"

"I'll try Mom. I really will."

Calliope closed the door and turned on her slightly out-of-date iPod. She flipped to her most recently bought album, Circus. For a bookworm, Calliope had a good sense of what music was in or out. She pressed the play button softly with her fingertip and let the music run through her ears...

"I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl-" Calliope hummed, bobbing her head slightly and walking a little more confidently through the busy traffic-filled streets. She did a little twirl and her hair came loose, and funnily enough, Callie didn't care. She was too absorbed in her music.

"Feel the adrenaline movin' through my veins-" Calliope started singing, jumping up and down. She ran through the streets, dancing and singing and enjoying herself. She found herself laughing and dancing with complete strangers, including a little old doorman with a little coat and cap, who laughed and patted Callie on the top of her head. She continued singing when she finally found the building she was looking for. She frantically pulled another black hair elastic out of her pocket and twisted it around her now fully frizzed out mane, trying to make it look normal. She looked at herself in the mirror once again.
Her tank top that had once been tucked in artfully under her shorts was now untucked and swaying freely. The shorts had fallen down a bit and showed a little tighty whitey. So that's why those boys had been staring at her behind! And the backs of her moccasins were pressed down by Callie's ankles. She looked like quite a mess, but oh well. She still had her entire collection of YSL Lip Markers and an outfit for school the next day, and that was all that mattered, right? Calliope went up to the man standing by the Elevator of Ellie's building.

"Um, sir, I need to get the Young residence" Calliope said, her voice breaking on the last syllable. "Wow, am I really that nervous?" She thought, wiping her hand across her forehead. It was wet, very very wet. Sweat. "Yes," she thought again, "I really AM that nervous."

DING!

Calliope froze. The elevator doors opened to a gloriously decorated hallway, with several doorways.

"Take a right at the end, and look for 27B." The elevator guy said, as the elevator doors closed again. Calliope just stood there, staring at the hallway. "What am I supposed to do?" One side of her questioned. "Go in there and show yourself! Don't be such a baby. Get it over with already!" The other side argued. It was almost like one of those cartoons with the imaginary angel and devil on Calliope's shoulders, only worse.

The angel and devil conversed, giving Calliope a huge headache, when she finally decided to go with the devil. Just get it over with already. What's the point of just hanging around when it only makes the stress level worse? Calliope nearly stomped to 27B, and rang the doorbell. Melody opened the door. Calliope sighed in relief. Thank God it wasn't Ellie, or Ellie's mom or dad or something. That would have been the road to disaster.

"Oh, hey! We were just, setting up a surprise for you," Melody said, with a smile. Calliope heard some giggling in the other room. Were they going to do some mean prank, like the girls at the last school?

Calliope followed Melody into Ellie's massive princess bedroom, where there was a pink spa chair, and boxes and boxes and boxes of Calliope's worst enemy.

MAKEUP.

Ellie introduced herself first, "Hey, I'm Ellie. You must be Calliope."

Then Isabelle, "Hi! I'm Isabelle, and I'll be doing your lips! Oops, not THAT way, of course, but I'll be making them over, you know?" Wow, Isabelle must have had a couple Red Bulls or something, Calliope thought, as she smiled to herself.

"So, just sit down, close your eyes, and prepare to be beautifyed!" Ellie said, as she picked up a dangerous looking weapon sort of thing. Calliope flinched, and all three girls laughed.

"Callie, it's just an eyelash curler. We'll tell you if something is going to hurt or not. Nice PJs by the way. La Garconne?" Melody asked.

"In your face, Mom." Calliope said in her head as she reclined into the pink plush spa chair. "I really hope this doesn't hurt."

An hour and a half and 6 trunkfulls of makeup later, Calliope stared at the girl in the mirror.

Calliope gasped out loud. The girl in the mirror. She was gorgeous. It couldn't be. But it was. It was Calliope. It was a different Calliope, though. Not the one everyone was used to. This new Calliope's hair was long and vivid red, but it was tame, and super-pin straight, and her electric green eyes were surrounded with dark gray shadow, making the green pop more than they ever did. And the skin tone was perfectly even, and the lips were the prettiest shade of neutral pink she had ever seen.
"Wow." was all she could say out loud. But on the inside, a million words were screaming.

"Now lets get this party started!" Izz squealed, and Circus started playing once more.

"Maybe, just maybe, I can fit in somewhere this year." Calliope thought, as she danced on the white furry rug.

And the other girls knew she was the next Pretty.

(Sorry, this was kind of corny. But I felt like making a set.)

The Seventh Chapter - Isabelle Heart

The Seventh Chapter - Isabelle Heart by BrInG iT oN... aLL oR nOtHiNg

Isabelle sat in Study Hall, pulling out her MacBook. All her friends had Study Hal too, though in different classes. Since there was no homework assigned yet, Isabelle secretly went on iChat, where she knew her friends would be waiting for her...

ONLINE CHAT ROOM:
MEMBERS:
IzzFizz
MissyEllie
MelloYello

IzzFizz: Hey guys

MissyEllie: What took so long?

IzzFizz: Teacher = BLAH

MelloYello: Ugh, same here. Listen guys, I have to tell you something important,

MissyEllie: Me too, you go first, Mel ...

MelloYello: No, you

MissyEllie: Fine. It's not that important. Just date with Peter tonight. Anniversary :) Meet me at mine for the sleepover at 7.

IzzFizz: Aweee have fun :] DONT BE LATE.

MelloYello: Haha. Now, for my news. You guys may not be too happy with me though...

MissyEllie: What is it, darling?

IzzFizz: Yeah, what could be so bad?

MelloYello: Well, I guess I kinda invited a person to the sleepover tonight. But she's really nice and has all of the YSL lip markers!

MissyEllie: MELODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IzzFizz: OMG SHE HAS ALL OF THEM? LETS GO WELCOME HER TO THE GROUP!

MissyEllie: Not so fast, Izz. What does she look like?

MelloYello: In tragic need of a makeover...

MissyEllie: *groans* Girls, bring your heavy duty makeup. I never turn down a challenge.

IzzFizz: Is that a yes?!

MissyEllie: Yes, I guess it is...

MelloYello: OMG! THANK YOU ELLIE! LOVE YA!

MissyEllie: 7 pm. *MissyEllie has signed off*

MelloYello: Well, she really doesn't ever turn down a challenge, does she?

IzzFizz: I guess not. What's this girl's name again?

MelloYello: Calliope Strumm

IzzFizz: Oohhhh :] Cool name

MelloYello: I know right?!

IzzFizz: Ugh, teacher alert. TTYS

MelloYello: Mwah

*IzzFizz and MelloYello have signed off*

CHALLENGE:
FOR ALL YOU READERS OUT THERE
I KNOW THESE ARE UTTERLY HORRENDOUS SCREENNAMES. NOW HERE IS A CHALLENGE FOR YOU.
I WOULD LIKE YOU TO MAKE UP SCREENNAMES FOR ALL THE CHARACTERS: HEIDI, NATA, GEENA, VERA, ELLIE, MELODY, ISABELLE, AND CALLIOPE. PM THEM TO ME. THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT. WHOEVER MAKES UP THE BEST SCREENNAMES WILL HAVE A CHARACTER IN MY STORIES NAMED AND PERSONALIZED BY THEM!!!!!!! THEY WILL GUEST-STARR IN MY STORIES.

The Sixth Chapter - Melody Grier

The Sixth Chapter - Melody Grier by BrInG iT oN... aLL oR nOtHiNg


Melody felt slightly uncomfortable as she walked down the hallway with Ellie. Her mother's old dress from her rockstar-dom days was a little tight, her guitar was heavy, and she would trade anything in the world for a pair of Converse instead of these gold flats. But Melody could pull it off, and that was basically all that mattered in the world of Charleston.

As soon as Ellie had taken one glance at ... her enemy-by-blood, they had run away. There was no need for a fight in the halls.

"Mel? Mel? Hello? What's your first period class?" Ellie was asking. Melody snapped back to life after going over all the guitar chords in the world in her head.

"Oh, uh...." Mel looked at her schedule. "American History with Madame Lachelle."

That made the two of them crack up. Who ever heard of AMERICAN History with a French teacher?!??!??!?

Then, a tiny little blonde danced up to the two of them and waved hello. She had a big smile on her face. Melody and Ellie looked up from their laughing spaz to see their good friend, Isabelle Heart. They gave her a giant hug, and then split up for classes. Unfortunately, they didn't have a class with each other until 4th period Study Hall. So Melody walked off to American History.

She approached door 290 and opened the door. There was a tiny little wrinkled French lady with blue-white hair and a textbook in her arm.

"Are you Madamoiselle Grier?" Madame Lachelle asked, in a heavy French accent.

"Oui." Melody giggled, saying the only french word she knew.

"Oh....... Tu parle francais?" Madame asked.

"Uh........ No." Melody said, and walked quickly to the first spot she saw: a seat next to a girl with vivid red hair and nearly electric green eyes. She was wearing glasses and her nose was in a book. A very very thick book. She looked like she should be social, with her looks and all, but she wasn't, and you could tell in one look at that thick book. Melody decided to be her usual social stuff, and talk to her.

"Uh, hey. What's your name?" She asked the girl, who peeked her head out of her book, as if to ask, Are you actually talking to me? Melody looked at her. This girl was dressed heinously and seriously needed some mascara, but aside from that she was actually quite pretty.

"Umm.... Calliope. Calliope Strumm."

"Wow, that's a really cool name. I'm Melody Grier. Just Melody." Melody extended her polished hand, and Calliope gave it a firm shake. Then Calliope went into her normal bookbag and pulled out a YSL Lip Marker, in Melody's favorite shade.

"Oh My God!!!!!" Melody squealed. "Can I see that?"

"Oh, sure." Calliope handed it over, and Melody looked at it carefully. Yep, it was the real thing.

"This is my favorite shade!!!" Melody squealed.

"Oh, these are like my obsession." Calliope said, blushing. "I have every one of them."

"Oh my god, Lucky!!!"

"You can borrow one, if you want. I'll bring some more tomorrow. I have a few in my locker now."

"Ohhh yay!" Melody said, her face brightening up by the second.

Melody knew she might get in trouble for it, but she wanted to know more about Calliope, and the best way to do this is to invite her to the sleepover tonight. Mel brought out her special stationary, kept in her bag for special occasions, and wrote out....

"Callie, meet us at 7pm at 1225 5th Avenue. Wear some cute pajamas."

Then Melody wrote "Callie Strumm" on the front, and passed it. Calliope read it over, smiled, blushed, smiled more, and wrote something on the back, and passed it back. The note Calliope sent back said,

"I'll be there :] "

Melody settled back in her chair, re-going over the chords in her head. She was trying to think of what she was going to say to Ellie and Isabelle when they saw the newest "addition" at the sleepover tonight.

The Fifth Chapter - Ellie Young

The Fifth Chapter - Ellie Young by BrInG iT oN... aLL oR nOtHiNg

"Ellie, dear, hurry up or you'll be late for your first day!" Ellie's mother screeched from the kitchen.

Ellie jumped off of her queen-sized bed right into her silver pumps, just like those cool guys on YouTube. She posed in front of her expensive antique silver full-sized mirror and looked herself over. Her long tie-front powder blue blouse looked amazing, and complimented her long, thin legs. Her gray-blue tights and silver tights brought out her eyes. Her flat ironed hair was flipped behind ... her ear in the perfect way. There was just one thing missing-

Ellie grabbed her white Chanel gloves off of the bed, and slid them delicately on her manicured hands. "Perfect," though Ellie, as she kissed her mirror, leaving a pale pink lip stain on the glass surface.

"Buh-bye Mother," Ellie said, and air-kissed her mothers cheeks, and her mother did the same.

"Don't forget honey, Bendel's after school so we can pick out a dress for your date." Her mother replied, and went back to applying eyeliner.

Ellie's mother is ridiculously young, only in her mid-thirties. Probably the youngest mother Ellie had ever seen. Of course there were advantages and disadvantages to this, but there were more advantages, such as being able to go shopping together without the embarrassment of "Honey, that is WAY too low-cut," like some of the other mothers said when they went shopping with their daughters.

Ellie walked out the door, smoothed her hair back with her gloved hand, and opened the door to the white Mini-Cooper she was being taken to in school.

"Hey, Billiam, can you stop at the Grier residence?" Ellie asked. There was no way she was going to enter school without someone by her side, and Melody was one of
Ellie's greatest and oldest friends.

"Sure thing, Miss Young." Billiam replied, and took a sharp turn towards Lexington. He parked in front of a beautiful brick townhouse, where a gorgeous auburn-haired girl was just walking out of the door. She noticed the white Mini-Cooper in a second, and knew it was Ellie's.

Ellie jumped out of the car and gave Mel a giant hug. They hadn't seen each other since elementary school, where they had split for other boarding schools. Melody was wearing a loud ensemble, as expected. She had her guitar around her shoulder, also expected. Melody was one of the most musical and talented girls at CANYC, and of course she was going to be taking Music and Choir this year.

Melody and Ellie chatted about their summers and what they had been doing for the past few years when they reached their final destination: The Charleston Academy of New York City. Ellie's stomach jumped with anxiety. She knew she was going to fit in, she just knew it. But she ALWAYS got nervous before going to a new place.

"I guess it's time." Ellie said, climbing out of the car, clutching her bag tightly. She reglossed quickly, linked arms with Mel, and strutted in, studying the scene.

There were lots of different groups. Lots and lots of groups that could easily identified. There were the shy, nervous girls in the corner, studying their schedules. Obviously they were the B-Listers, Ellie thought. And then there were the group of girls, pounding their heels into the ground so confidently that they could only be the Populars. People were whispering,

"Oh Em Gee- They're so gorgeous! What do they call themselves again?" A girl whispered.

"The Gorgeousnees. (Pronounced: Gorgeous-knees)" The other answered.

"Huh?"

"Gorgies, for short."

"Oh. Well, it sure does fit."

And that girl didn't lie. It really did fit. Ellie had seen all their faces in Page Six before, and there was one in particular-

Heidi LaFlore. Was here. Going to the same school as Ellie Young.

"This is going to make for some nice family history." Ellie mumbled.

TO BE CONTINUED

The Pretties

Hey Readers

I hope you have been enjoying the stories that I've been working on so hard. I made up the next clique, the Pretties. The Pretties are ranked second best at the Charleston Academy of New York. They are beautiful and for the most part, rich, but lack some things that could really boost up their cool. But who knows... One of them might be moved up or down, depending on what happens this semester...

Ellie Young: Ellie Young is the Alpha of the Pretties. She is thought to be the most fortunate in the Pretties: always has the best grades, shes a straight-A student, best looks, she has the shiniest, honey blonde pin curls, and has the best boyfriend, Peter Hunt, the richest boy at the Brother School. So why is she still a Prettie? Some say it's because she's too bossy by nature. Some say it's because she's too preppy. But nobody knows that the REAL reason she's not a Gorgie yet is because of the old family scandal, back in the 1950's that involved the Young and the LaFlore family....

Melody Grier: Melody Grier is the daughter of two rockstars from the 80's, which is probably where she got her amazing knack for singing. She usually gets one of the best parts in school musicals, and loves competing in Talent Shows. She is also very pretty, with auburn waves that hit her mid back and hazel eyes. The thing that is holding her down is her lack of resources. Melody is at CANYC on a vocal scholarship, but only her best friends in the Pretties know, and they would never tell anyone. Or would they...

Isabelle Heart: Yes, that is her real name. And, like her name, Isabelle Heart might just be the nicest, sweetest girl in CANYC. Isabelle's mother, the famous ballerina Dionne Lynne, gave Isabelle her looks: amazingly soft blonde hair, grey-blue eyes and full pink lips. Not to mention a tiny, 5 foot body and barely any weight. The reason why she's not a Gorgie is because some people seem to think she's anorexic. Is that true? We'll have to see.

Calliope Strumm: Calliope, called Callie by her best friends, seems like she should be a really loud kind of person with her bright red hair and green eyes, but really, she's the quietest girl in the entire school. Geena Chow may seem like she should be the shyest and quietest, but Callie doesn't really even go to parties. She is uncomftorble around drinks and guys, and she'd rather curl up and read a book instead.

THE NET SETS TO COME WILL BE IN THESE CHARACTER'S PERSPECTIVES. THEN I WILL INTRODUCE THE NEXT GROUP, THE CUTIES. THAT WILL BE THE LAST GROUP, AND THEN IT WILL GO BACK TO GORGIES, PRETTIES, CUTIES, ETC. DON'T WORRY, I WILL ADD DRAMA ABOUT THE OTHER GROUPS IN THE SETS.

XOXO, Maddy

The Fourth Chapter - Veronica "Vera" Ruthers

The Fourth Chapter - Veronica "Vera" Ruthers by Bring It On, All Or Nothing


Vera heard a muffled scream as she was grabbing a second virgin pina colada. She whipped her head around, her light brown, almost dirty blonde curls bouncing behind her shoulder.

She scanned the crowd, looking for anything sketchy, when she saw it.

A very, very drunk John was dragging Geena into the guest bedroom. And Vera knew what John wanted to do with her.

Vera sprinted across the room in her stilettos, it wasn't much of a task, Vera was an excellent track runner. But then, a muscular ... hand grabbed Vera's upper arm gently but with strength, and dragged her towards him.

"Wanna dance?" A deep voice asked, as the owner of the voice grabbed Vera's hands and started to dance.

"Um, Um, I can't....." Vera started. She never was the best at talking to guys.

"Why not? I think you're hot."

Vera turned her head up to look at her not-so-secret admirer. He was tall. Really tall. Slender build, muscular, hockey arms, polo and jeans. Shaggy blondish hair and brown eyes. Totally Vera's type. His breath smelled like beer, but he wasn't nearly as wasted as John, Vera thought. Then she remembered about what she had to do. She blurted out to the guy,

"Oh my god, my best friend is probably about to be raped by this drunk-o guy named John, and I like need to save her like right now or else, or else, or else-" Vera started, on the verge of frightened tears. The guy's face became slightly sympathetic, and then angry.

"Wait, John?" He asked Vera.

"Yeah, John. Now I have to go! Let me go!" Vera screamed, when she realized the guy was still holding onto her hands. He let go, and murmured something. Then he busted through the closed guest bedroom, and Vera saw John fumbling with the zipper on Geena's minidress, trying to pull her dress off, while Geena was crying, trying to hit John.

"Get. Off. Of. Her." The guy said, in a voice filled with threats. John heard him, and got off of Geena as commanded. But John still held Geena's hand, crushing it in his grimy hand. He tried to drag Geena out of the bedroom, but then,

BAM.

Blood rolled down John's sweaty face, and John screamed. The music suddenly cut off, and everyone stared. John screamed again, wiped his face on his sleeve, and ran out of the party scene.

"Sissy." The guy whispered, wiping his bloodied hand on a napkin. Once he finished, he silently walked away. Vera watched in awe, but then she screamed after him,

"Wait! I didn't even get your name!" Her voice echoed, but there was no response.

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