Lisi Harrison - Bratfest at Tiffanys

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First Edition: February 2008

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ISBN: 978-0-316-04170-6

The only thing harder than getting in is staying in.

THE CLIQUE
	Be sure to read all the novels in the #1 New York Times bestselling CLIQUE series The Clique Best Friends For Never Revenge Of The Wannabes Invasion Of The Boy Snatchers The Pretty Committee Strikes Back Dial L For Loser Its Not Easy Being Mean Sealed With A Diss Bratfest At Tiffanys

And keep your eye out for all five books in The Clique Summer Collection, coming April, May, June, July, and August 2008.

Be sure to read all the novels in the #1 New York Times bestselling GOSSIP GIRL series

Gossip Girl You Know You Love Me All I Want Is Everything Because Im Worth It I Like It Like That Youre The One That I Want Nobody Does It Better Nothing Can Keep Us Together Only In Your Dreams Would I Lie To You Dont You Forget About Me It Had To Be You

Keep your eye out for a new era of Gossip Girl: The Carlyles, coming May 2008.

THE CLIQUE

BEST FRIENDS FOR NEVER

REVENGE OF THE WANNABES

INVASION OF THE BOY SNATCHERS

THE PRETTY COMMITTEE STRIKES BACK

DIAL L FOR LOSER

ITS NOT EASY BEING MEAN

SEALED WITH A DISS

BRATFEST AT TIFFANYS

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For Jesse Fox, who was with me every day while I wrote this.

BRIARWOODOCTAVIAN COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL
THE CAF

Tuesday, September 8th
7:23 A.M.

ALL STUDENTS MUST KEEP OUT UNTIL 8 A.M. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Puh-lease! Massie Block ripped the sign off the frosted glass doors of the Caf.

What are you doing? gasped Claire Lyons, searching the empty hall for witnesses.

Its a piece of poster board, Kuh-laire. Massie kicked it aside. Whats it gonna do, paper-cut us to death?

Claire giggle-shrugged.

Now get serious. This mission is top priority. Massie gripped the doors silver pump handle, with its back-to-school shine, and then paused to admire her deeply tanned, Chanel No. 19scented hands.

Their rich butterscotch hue said, Why, yes, my summer was perfect. I feel confident, relaxed, and on top of my game. Im ready for the new year. Ready for the Briarwood boys to move into OCD. Ready to meet and defeat the new crop of seventh-graders. Ready to dominateeighth-grade alpha style.

But if asked, her heart would have told a very different story.

More than anything, Massie wanted to collapse on the freshly waxed floor, curl into the fetal position, and roll straight into the school shrinks office. Once comfortable, shed tell Dr. Baum how shed been stressing about this day since mid-May. How she was secretly afraid of the Briarwood boys. How her alpha status was in jeopardy. And how she was on high alert, in extreme danger of becoming an LBR.

What exactly is an LBR? Dr. Baum would ask, burgundy Montblanc poised above her yellow legal pad.

Loser beyond repair.

Ahhh. She would make note. And why are you so afraid of boys?

Im not afraid of boys, Massie would snap. Just the Briarwood ones. Well, actually the soccer players.

Dr. Baum would remove her rectangular black plastic LensCrafters frames and re-cross her hose-covered legs. Go on.

Massie would inhale deeply and then continue.

Last year, the Pretty Committee won this key to a bomb shelter in the basement of OCD. Inside, there was a flat-screen that linked to the boys sensitivity-training class at Briarwood. We watched it a few times and heard all of their secret confessions.

Dr. Baums thin, coral pink lips would part, but knowing it was her job to listen and not judge people for spying, shed nod attentively and continue speed-writing.

After that we kind of started acting like freaks around our crushes because we thought we knew what they were thinking, even though it turns out we really didnt, so they all dumped us at Skye Hamiltons end-of-the-year costume party.

Flipping to a new sheet of paper, the shrink would continue scribbling at a wrist-snapping pace.

And its not so much being dumped that bugs me, Massie would explain, because its kind of alpha to have a bunch of ex-crushes. It shows you have experience.

So what is it that bugs you? Dr. Baum would finally allow herself to ask.

Massie would run her hand across the pea green chenille fabric on the worn couch, searching for the best way to explain.

It bugs me how the girls at OCD are so super-excited to have boys at our school.

Dr. Baum would stop writing, look up, and put on her LensCrafters. Her head would tilt slightly to the right, and her black, overgrown brows would collide in confusion.

Be-cause, Massie would sigh, if theyre as excited as I know theyre going to be, the boys will be upgraded to beyond popular status, which automatically makes them the new alphas. And if the new alphas dont like uswhich they dontthe Pretty Committee will be downgraded to LBRs. And if I become an LBR Shed look up at the white stucco ceiling, reversing the direction of her hot tears. And if I become an LBR, Ill have to move to Canada and start over and Massie would look at the doctor intensely. And Glossip Girl doesnt ship to Canada. Shed grab a Puffs Plus from the wicker box on the end table and blow. No one does.

At this point Dr. Baum would immediately put down her notes, buzz her secretary, and insist she cancel all appointments for the rest of the year so she could devote all of her time to this very serious crisis.

Hence, Massies early-morning decision to hyper-gloss.

The idea was to quadruple the weight of her lips, transforming them into an impenetrable wall. That way, her insecurities would be trapped inside her body, unable to escape. Better they stay churning and burning in the pit of her stomach than make themselves known on this crucial day, where first impressions could make or break the entire year.

Are you sure we need to do this now? Claires desperate whine forced Massie back to reality.

More than sure. Massie reached into her Be & D silver-and-black Venus bowler bag and pulled out a purple glitter-covered placard. She slapped it into Claires clammy hands.