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Calliope closed the door and turned on her slightly out-of-date iPod.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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The Third Chapter - Geena

The Third Chapter - Geena by Bring It On, All Or Nothing

"Geena, you look SO hawt." Heidi said, as she re-applyed her mascara for the 32nd consecutive time in an hour. The guys were coming over for the party at Heidi's glamorous suite, and the girls were all getting ready. Heidi was wearing a short, sparkly blue number, Nata, of course, was going with her natural vintage style of hers, and was wearing a pale mint green loose tiered dress with many bows, and Vera, showing off her sporty, sexy body was wearing a tiny little red dress. Of course, Geena ... was wearing a little rocker chic dress and boots. She flat ironed her hair, and pulled it into a tight ponytail. She slicked her favorite gloss on, and smoothed some cream in her hair. Perfection.
"Thank you, Heidi." Geena said, as her phone buzzed. It was John, a guy she invited to the party.
Mr. Smooth sent: heyy babe. save a dance for me?
Geena snorted with laughter. Everyone knew that "Mr. Smooth" was the slimiest guy in the New York area, but no party was a party without John. Everyone also knew that Geena was the best undercover dancer out there. Every guy wanted to dance with the notorious "Two-Faced Chow."
GiGi sent: Depends on my mood, hon.
"Turn up the music!!" Geena shrieked. The sound of Just Dance by Lady Gaga pulsed through the air, and soon enough, Geena was dancing up a storm in the middle of the room. She almost didn't notice that the guys came in until she felt some breathing in her ear. She whipped around, her ponytail slapping John's face.
"Ow!" He exclaimed.
"Damn. Sorry, John."
"It was worth the pain to dance with such a good dancer." John said, smiling.
"You pervert!" Geena screamed, slapping him hard across the face. John put his hand to his face and laughed.
"Hey Gee, I hate to tell you but that hurt less than your hair."
"Ughhhh!!!!!" Geena moaned, and walked away to her besties, who were dancing by themselves.
"Where were you?" Vera asked, cocking her head curiously.
"Ughh, John." Geena said, and all the girls understood. John, a cutie with dark hair and thin green eyes, had an ongoing crush on Geena ever since they were little kids, but lately John had been getting crazy and cocky around her. Geena turned her head in John's direction and watched him chug a colorful drink, who knows what was in that!? About an hour later, John staggered over to Geena, with two friends helping him walk. He had the giddiest, nastiest expression on his face.
"Dance with me more, baby. Come grind with me." John said, his slurring words suggested that he was completely wasted.
"No!" Geena screamed, and tried to run away, but John grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to his chest, and started to grind up on her. Geena screamed and tossed the rest of her virgin martini on him.
"Awwww bab-ay, don't be like thaaaaaaaaatt," John said, stumbling over and crushing Geena to the floor. Geena screamed, but the noise was drowned out by
"So What" and John's mouth crushing against hers....
***TO BE CONTINUED***

The Second Chapter - Nata Georgison by Bring It On, All Or Nothing

Nata walked gracefully out of her daddy's gold private jet towards the limo that was waiting for her. She crawled in while her driver, Jeeves, threw in her luggage. She pulled out a Swedish luxury chocolate bar, her secret obsession, and began munching. It didn't matter how much she ate, she wouldn't gain a pound. Her perfect model's physique seemed nearly permanent.
"Off to the condo, please." Nata said, drawling out the E in Please with her sexy Spanish accent.
"Of course, Miss Georgison ...." Jeeves said.
Everyone knew Nata was the richest out of the Gorgies, but she never showed it. She hated all the attention she got from being rich.
The limo halted to a stop in front of Nata's small and cozy condo, that belonged to her and only her, finally, her parents decided she was mature enough to have her own place. Her parents decided to stay back in Spain, Nata's native country. Nata had stayed in Spain for the past few years, at a school that Heidi had gone to for a year. That's how they became friends. They had met their other friends, Geena and Vera, at a different school back in Moscow. They had all been going to different schools, usually boarding schools, ever since the 3rd grade. But anyway, Nata had been going to the Spanish School of Modeling since the 5th grade. Now they were all in 9th grade, and all their parents had agreed to let them go to their first day school in 6 years.
Of course, there were paparazzi lined up by Nata's condo door. Nata's driver pushed them aside and opened the door to the condo. It was themed JUST the way Nata wanted it: Vintage 1950's. Nata loved it. She ran up to her bedroom, it was absolutely stunning; the interior designers got every detail right, even right down to the gold trim on the pale pink curtains. Nata loved it. She almost forgot about Heidi's demand- until her leopard Blackberry started buzzing off the hook...
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Nata said, reapplying her favorite shade of nude rose gloss, and checking her mirror again. She batted her eyelashes innocently. All the guys loved it when she did that. She smacked her lips together. Mwah! She looked gorgeous. She strutted out back onto the street, gave the paparazzi a cheerful wave, and stepped back into the white limo. Jeeves asked her,
"To where, Miss Georgison?"
"Ah, to the Plaza please!" Nata said. She hadn't been to the Plaza in forevs. They drove off and pulled up at the Plaza hotel. Nata jumped out, air kissed Jeeves and walked in, hopping in the elevator and pressed the PH button. Soon I arrived at the "Grande Suite" and knocked on the door-
"Nata!!!!!" Heidi squealed, and air kissed Nata before pulling her into one of her famous Heidi-Hugs. Nata hugged her back. They ran into her room, when she saw her other friends, Geena and Veronica.
"GiGi! Vera!" She squealed, just like Heidi had when she saw Nata. They all gave each other a giant three person hug. They all gossiped about the past years they've all missed. Then they started talking about the suite they were in and the party they were about to have and the boys they were about to have fun with...
"Shoot!" Nata thought, as they started talking about the boys they invited. For the 42nd time in an hour, she whipped out her Leopard Blackberry and speed dialed her two best guy friends in NYC. Its a good thing her parents had such great connections, or else she would have never been able to get these guys to show up. They both said yes, thankfully, and Nata sighed.
"Nata, something wrong?" Vera asked, her face puzzled. Vera was the problem solver of the group.
"Oh, no, not at all. I just had to call up some guys to ask them to the party. I totally blanked on that." Nata admitted, as the other 3 girls started to crack up.
"What's so funny?" Nata said, feeling left out. Nata hated feeling left out.
"Oh, nothing. We all had, a little bet..." Heidi said, and then had a laughing fit.
"About...?" Nata asked, looking around at her small group of besties.
Geena explained. "Heidi and I had a little bet. She bet that you would forget to invite some guys. I bet that you would remember. Thanks for my loss of 500$, Nata." Geena said, wrinkling her nose. Everyone started laughing again. Tonight was going to be a night to remember.... Nata thought, as she began to laugh with the girls.

Heidi LaFlore by Bring It On, All Or Nothing

Heidi stepped out into the bright sun of New York City in her brand new pink dress. She breathed in.
"Bonjour New York. Bonjour Plaza. Bonjour-"
"Traffic." Her father grumbled, pulling out Heidi's many Louis Vuitton suitcases and handing them to the bell boy. "Take these to the Grand Penthouse." He said to the bellboy again. Heidi smiled. Her father had agreed to letting her have her own penthouse, instead of sharing with her dad, mom, and little sister, Brigitte, who was 8 years old.
"Daddy, I ...'ll be in my suite if you need me." She said. Her dad turned towards her.
"Okay sweetheart, I'll see you later then." Her dad said, smiling.
Heidi went to the front desk, where a young guy was typing on the computer. heidi cleared her throat, and the guy looked at her. Heidi thought "Hawtt!!!" With his shaggy-ish brown hair that slightly covered his eyes, his deep brown eyes, and his tallness, he was wayy hotter than any guy she had seen in Paris.
"Oh, hi. Sorry. Can I do anything for you?" The guy asked.
"Oh, my room key and your number, please." Heidi said, smiling her sexy closed smile. She was always confident around guys. The guy laughed. "Anything for a pretty girl such as yourself." He handed her the room key, and a slip of paper which read:
Lucas
555-0001
Heidi wrote hers down and slipped it onto the desk, then walked away, strutting to the elevators.
Ding!
The elevator landed on the top floor, and Heidi walked over to the door labelled "Grande Suite". She inserted her room key, pulled the handle, and pushed the door open. Inside was the biggest and most beautiful suite she had ever been in. She ran and jumped onto the big master bed, and pulled the canopy curtains around her and giggled furiously. It was like a dream. She started jumping up and down, her white-blond kinks bouncing. Heidi whipped out her cell phone and speed dialed her friends.
"Nata, it's Heidi. You HAVE to come over." Heidi said.
"Heidi, I'm still on the plane! I'm coming though..."
"How far away from the Plaza are you?"
"Umm.... About an hour or two."
"When you get here, come straight to the Grande Suite, I'm gonna have a party here with you, Geena, Vera and a couple hotties-"
"Hold on, babe. How are you going to get your parents to agree with this?" Nata asked.
"Oh, Nata. Come on! I have my OWN SUITE!"
"Serious?! I'll be there! How many guys?"
"Bring 2, at least 2."
"Got it. See ya later!"
"Mwah." Heidi said, as she dialed Geena's number next. Tonight was gonna be fun...

This was my first story ever, tell me what you think!!!!

This Is Only The Beginning

Hey!
This is going to be my first story, which will be open to all of you Polyvore-ians and other bloggers. This is a story filled with drama, boys, and fun. The prestigious all-girls private school, The Charleston Academy of New York City, or CANYC, is one of the top academic schools in the entire world, and all the girls that go there are from rich, important families. This school is not a boarding school, but just a day school. These girls live in fancy townhouses and apartments all around the city. It is located on 5th Avenue, and across the street is the brother school, The Braxton School of New York, where many hotties can be found. CANYC is particularly clique-y, and they all have their own names for each other. Let me introduce the highest group first...

The Gorgies: Short for the Gorgeousnees, They are the prettiest and richest of CANYC.

Heidi LaFlore: Pronounced Flor-ay, Heidi is the leader of the Gorgies. The whole school admirers her for her long and soft, white blonde waves, blue eyes, and confidence around boys. She's also a straight-A student, and loves to shop. Her mother, ex-model, and father, director in Hollywood, supply her with amazing connections, which helps her in her quest to becoming a famous singer.

Natalie "Nata" Georgison: This Spanish-American beauty can be found on the covers of Vogue and Elle constantly. Her modeling talents are envied my nearly everyone, and so are her looks. With impossibly glossy dark chocolate brown locks, wide hazel eyes, and long eyelashes, this girl gets all the guys, and loves to flirt. She may not have the best grades, but her parents' money gets her along just fine.

Geena Chow: Geena Chow is a petite gymnast, who just transferred from China to New York with her mother sister. She has shoulder length layered raven black shiny hair and almost black eyes. She is very shy in school, but out of school, she is one of the biggest partiers CANYC has ever seen. She has an edgy rock style, and her style icon is Victoria Beckham. This sporty 5'2 girl is known for letting it loose on the dance floor- after hours.

Veronica Ruthers: Veronica, often called Vera by her besties, is the athlete of the group. Her best sport is volleyball, but she's basically amazing at everything. She was named Sports MVP at her last school back in Brazil. This girl got her looks from playing in the sun constantly: natually tanned sun, light brown hair highlighted with gold, and brown eyes that turn green in the summer. She isn't used to hanging out with boys, which can give her an air of insecurity. But this girl is extremely confident and loves to strut her stuff.

Now you've met the Gorgies. You'll be hearing lots from them later on in my sets. I'll introduce the next group, the Pretties, later. Please stay tuned, and follow my blog!!!!

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