Entire Charmed and Dangerous!

Here's all of the Charmed and Dangerous (my version) that I've written so far. I'm posting the whole thing for those of you who haven't read the entire thing. I added some on the end!
Oh, and even though this is the beginning of the blog, shout out to... Mirissa!!! She's commented on just about all of my posts, and I'm so thankful for her! Thanks Miris!
Okay, so here's my CAD:

Chapter 1.

Massie Block meekly walked the halls of the OCD elementary hallway. She had just moved to Westchester, NY, from the home she was now missing in Beverly Hills. She had no idea where anything was in the unbelievably large brick building.
Massie rushed up to the first girl she saw, which in this case, was a very big mistake.
"Uh, hi, I'm, uh, Massie B-block and I'm new here, umm... yeah." Massie stuttered, regretting sounding so stupid.
"Oh, well, umm, I'm Coral McAdems, and ummm uhhh...oh that's right...I DON'T CARE." Said the girl named coral in a mimicking voice while a possy of 3 girls cracked up behind her. She had flowing pink hair and porcelain skin that looked like it could break any second. Obviously Coral's looks didn't match her personality. Massie's eyes widened in fear then filled with tears of self-pity. She stood there with no idea what to do, a single tear rolling down her soft baby skinned face. She had planned to suck up to OCD's Alpha and eventually take her throne, but since she was obviously hated by her, it was time to move to plan B.
Then the true Massie Block finally took over, becoming the girl she had always been back home in Beverly hills. She wiped the tears away from her eyes with her sleeve, and stood up straight.
"Coral. Really? I'm appalled. In the few seconds I've known you, I'd like to think you'd come up with a comeback at least a little better than that pitiful pink hair of yours. What did you dye it with anyway? Kool-aid?"
Coral's jaw dropped just like in the movies, but within a few seconds had recollected herself.
"Well, Massie-"
Massie cut her off with an insulting hand in the face. "Don't. I wouldn't want you to further embarrass yourself. Oh, and by the way, it took you exactly three seconds to recollect yourself after my little comment. It would take a true Alpha zero." and with that and a flip of her chestnut hair, Massie walked off with renewed confidence.
"This school seriously needs a facelift. Hello, I'm your surgeon, OCD." Massie murmmered to herself while walking down the bustling hall. She smiled herself and wandered off to recruit a new group to rule this school.

Chapter 2.

Massie scanned the spacious cafeteria looking for PRACSS - girls who are pretty, rich, confident, skinny, and stylish. The first girl she laid eyes on who met her criteria was an exotic beauty with flowing dark brown hair, dressed head to toe in Ralph Lauren. And - bonus! Big Boobs. She was so blindingly beautiful that Massie made a move for her Dior sunglasses but held back. She wanted this girl to look straight into her eyes when she first met her.
"Hi. I'm Massie Block." Massie confidently put out the instant she reached the table that held the beautiful girl and many other girls not nearly as pretty.
"Uh, hi." The girl said. "I'm Alicia Rivera."
"And I'm Ale-" began the girl sitting next to Alicia.
Massie cut the girl off with a palm-in-the-face, not caring about that LBR.
"Wanna go sit over there?" Massie said to Alicia, gesturing to the other side of the room with her arm.
Alicia looked from side to side, obviously not knowing what to do. "Uh..." she said, biting her lip and look at her friends. "Sure." she decided on. She shrugged at her tablemates.
Massie smiled cockily at Alicia's friends and she sauntered off with Alicia.
"So. Let's get to the point" Massie said as she sat down next to Alicia. "I want you to be my beta."
"Beta?" Alicia said, confused. Massie rolled her eyes. Ahb-viously Westchester needed an upgrade on their lingo.
"You know...like my assistant. I'll be number one most popular, and You'll be number two." Massie whispered this as patiently as possible, leaning in.
Alicia's eyes widened.
"So you in?" Massie questioned.
"Totally." Alicia agreed.
"Good. Now, time to recuit our others" Massie said, sauntering off. Alicia followed.
Commense operation 'be popular again'.

Chapter 3.

Massie Burst through the doors of OCD, clad from head to toe in D&G. It was her second day at OCD, therefore she couldn't have a single hair out of place, let alone an outfit disaster. Alicia confidently strutted beside her, of course drenched in Ralph Lauren. Heads whipped around as if in slow motion and Massie absorbed every second of the movie moment, bathing in the limelight. However, no matter how much she was tempted to, she couldn't return the stares of dozens of girls because her eyes were fixated ahead, a blank stare on her face, giving the illusion that she was a runway model.
She had invited Alicia over yesterday after school, dishing to her about being a ruling clique, teaching her the basics. They had even come up with a name that was even more envy-worthy than her suede ankle boots: The Pretty Committee. It screamed "We're better than you, so you better watch out".
Her and Alicia had agreed that the pretty committee would consist of four girls; Massie, the Alpha, Alicia, The Beta, and two other PRACSS.
"Now remember, look for girls who are Pretty, rich, Alpha material, confident, skinny, and stylish. Then, invite them to sit at table eighteen with us today at lunch."
"Pretty, rich, Alpha material, confident, skinny, and stylish" Alicia recited. "Wait-why Alpha material? I thought you were alpha" Alicia said, puzzlment on her face.
Massie sighed heavily. Ahb-viously she would have to go over things once more with Alicia today after school. "Because, they have to be in the Alpha group of the school, but not be the Alpha."
"Right, right. I knew that. Sorry, I blanked" Alicia quickly said.
"Yeah. Definetely." Massie said, rolling her eyes while Alicia was busy blushing.
The bell cut through the murmer of the OCD halls, declaring first period. Massie and Alicia split up, heading in two different directions. Time to pick best friends.


Chapter 4.

Massie Block couldn't believe her luck. She secretly checked out the blonde PRACSS girl sitting two rows behind her in Social Studies with her compact mirror, but quickly shut it when she made direct eye contact with her. finding this girl was like scoring front row tickets to Shakira - x 10. As Mrs. Burr droned on about some civil war hero, Massie was occupied by the girl behind her. She decided she couldn't wait until the end of class and reached for her Pink notebook and tore a page out with a loud ripping noise. About half of the people in the class, including Mrs Burr, turned their heads towards Massie because of the sound, who smiled innocently. Once they all looked away, she stared scrawling a note to the girl.

Hi (What's your name?),
My name is Massie Block. I'm new to OCD, and I
was wondering of you wanted to sit with me at luch today.
~MB

After quickly reading the note over, she crumpled it up, checked to make sure Mrs. Burr wasn't looking, and tossed the note at the Blonde's desk. Score, Massie thought as it landed with a small pat on the correct desk. The girl looked at the note, then at Massie, who winked at her, then back at the note. Finally, she opened the paper and Massie turned back around.
A few seconds later, Massie heard another pat and looked at her desk. There sat the paper, and she tore it open. It read:

Hey Massie -
I'm Kristen Gregory. Sure I'll sit with you. Table #?
~KG

After a few more note exchanges (while Mrs. Burr unknowingly kept the lesson going), the girls has made plans to sit together at table #18 at 11:45 on the dot during lunch.
Two girls down, one to go.

Chapter 5.

When Massie arrived at table #18, there were already three girls seated and chatting as if they had been BFFs since diapers. There was Alicia, the Exotic beauty with a deep tan, thick raven hair, and B cups, at least. Then there was Kristen, who's looks contrasted with Alicia's - Porcilin skin, blonde hair, and a perky muscular butt. In between the two sat a stranger who's hair was a beautiful mess of loose curls the color of raggedy Anne's yarn locks. This year, The Pretty Committee (PC for short) would kick some you-know-what. Massie was sure of it.
"Hey!" Massie said enthusiastically as she took a seat at the only table in OCD's cafeteria that sat four people. She had picked this dining spot on purpous, of course, because she was NOT going to let any random LBR come along uninvited and sit with the PC.
"Hey!" the girls said back at various times with equal enthusiasm.
"Massie, this is Dylan Marvil" Alicia said, intruducing Massie to the girl with red hair.
Massie smiled genuinly. "Nice to meet you!" She said to Dylan.
She was loving Alicia already. She had found the perfect girl to fit into their four-part puzzle.
"Merri-Lee Marvil's daughter" Alicia oh-so-suddly egged on.
"I see" Massie Said.
Did she mention she was already loving Alicia?
Massie had been so shocked at Dylan's amazing hair that she had forgotten to check out her outfit, so she took a peek under the table. 100% designer. Perfect.
Throughout lunch the girls became so tight-knit you never would have guessed they had met that day. The foursome had already made plans for every day carpools (to and from school) and a sleepover this Friday.
The only thing left to deal with now was Coral.


Okay, that's it! Hope you like it!
Oh, and Also, if you're wondering why the chapters are so short, it's because this is just kind of like a blog story, not an official book of mine or anything.