When You See Her Unibrow You'll Understand Why She Doesn't Need a Locker with Primo Bathroom Access

Chapter 1


“Scott, you're amazing," said Alison as she kissed him passionately.
"You're great too," said Scott. "I really mean that." Alison looked away sadly. "What's wrong?" Scott questioned.

"I'm leaving for California tomorrow," she answered. "I'll start high school there and you'll begin your junior year here. We'll be in two different worlds. You'll never think about me anymore. I am sure girls will be all over you."
Scott squeezed her hand. "We knew this was going to happen. When we met at that party you told me you would be moving before the end of the summer," he said. "Face it, we were only meant to be a summer romance, a fling, but it doesn't make what happened any less special. We'll always have the memories."

She kissed him again. "I guess you're right. I am sure I will meet lots of people out in California, maybe I'll even try out for the cheerleading squad," she said smiling. The couple embraced once again and said their good-byes. Scott climbed into his Black Lincoln Navigator and began the drive home. He lived a good 30 miles from Alison. Earlier in the summer Scott and his friends decided to drive to a party outside of town to celebrate Scott getting his driver's license. That's where Scott met Alison. He asked her to dance and they had been seeing each other ever since.
After driving about a half hour, Scott finally reached Glenville, his hometown. The sign on Baker Street read "Welcome to Glenville: Home of the Fontaine family". Fontaine was Scott's last name. His ancestors had founded the town and ever since every member of the Fontaine family had carried out their legacy. Scott's father was currently the mayor and his family lived lavishly off of the fortune his grandfather had made running his own business. Being a Fontaine in Glenville was like being a Spielberg in Hollywood, you were automatically a hit. Scott turned slowly onto this block, Wellington Court. He lived in the wealthiest section of town, the homes gave the ones in Beverly Hills a run for their money and anyone caught driving a Toyota was bound to be blacklisted.

Glenville over all was a diverse area made of up of people from all different economic backgrounds; so living in the rich section of town was always a bonus for anyone who wanted to be on the A-List, something very important to any teenager.

As Scott pulled into his brick paved driveway, he noticed activity at the mansion next door. He had been so wrapped up in his social life and football practices that he didn’t even realize that the place had been sold. Scott climbed out of his SUV and went to investigate the moving trucks. Suddenly, a girl tapped him on this shoulder and startled him. "Can I help you?" she asked. Scott looked into her beautiful green eyes. The girl had gorgeous brown hair and an olive skin tone. She was absolutely stunning.

"What's up? I'm Scott Fontaine," he said as he extended his hand. "I live next door."
"I'm Madison Parker," the girl said. "I just moved here from Colorado, I'll be starting the 11th grade here next week.”

Scott smiled. "What a small world, I'm a junior too. So, are you in or not?" he asked.
"Am I in?" she questioned. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Are you cool? Do you wanna roll with my crew and I? We're A-list all the way, we practically run Glenville High School," he said confidently.
"You run it? What about the seniors?" she asked.
"Forget about them, they don't have anything on us. Their star football player broke his leg two weeks ago, so I just found out I'll be the starting quarter back all season, I'm like a God at that place," he explained.
"And modest too," Madison commented.

"Let me cut to the chase," he said. "One of our A-List girls, Kimmy, moved to New York City in April after being offered a modeling contract. The other girls have been dying to find a replacement for her ever since, but it's slim pickings around here. You have the looks and the style, so if you're up for it, I can pretty much guarantee your popularity around here.”
Madison smiled at him devilishly. "What makes you think that I need your help to be popular?" she asked.

"See, I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re exactly what we've been looking for. I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow. I'm taking you over to the mall to introduce you to the rest of the crew," he said as he walked off confidently.

The next afternoon Scott and Madison showed up at the mall food court. The rest of the group was already there, waiting like lap dogs in the exact location where Scott had instructed them to be. As they approached the group, all eyes were on Madison. The girls admired her brand new Manolos and classic Prada handbag. The guys admired her perfect smile, flowing hair and long legs.

"Everyone, I would like you to meet Madison," Scott said. "She's going to be the newest member of our group." Madison then met a whirlwind of people.
"Omg!!" a tiny blonde squealed. "Welcome to Glenville!" That blonde was Kiki Peterson. Kiki was your typical popular girl; short, slender, attractive, wealthy and bubbly.

"Kiki, I am counting on you to instruct the other girls to let Madison onto the varsity cheerleading squad and I also want you to help her learn the routine," Scott commanded.
"Totally!" gushed Kiki as she bounced up and down.

"We're going to have so much fun." The girl who had been sitting next to Kiki was Jennifer York. Jennifer wasn't exactly the prettiest or skinniest girl in the world, but she had been popular her whole life. Not only was Jennifer filthy rich, but if you wanted something Jennifer had it or could get it for you. She was always the first to get the newest cell phone or most expensive pair of jeans. If you wanted to go to a sold out concert, it wasn't problem. Jennifer's dad could get you front row seats and backstage passes through one of his associates. Despite her lack of "hottie features", leaving Jennifer off the A-List would be like having a hot fudge sundae with out the whipped cream.

Then Madison was introduced to the other boys of the Glenville junior class elite. The semi attractive looking one was Jack Calloway. Jack was your typical son of a millionaire. The Calloway family was the richest family in town and Jack had no problem thinking he was all that and using his money to get what he wanted. He was so uncoordinated he couldn't even catch a frisbee, but he bribed the coach at Glenville High to let him be on the varsity football team.

The complete hottie with the brown hair was Brett Sanders. Brett was Scott’s best friend and the all American boy. Brett came from a pretty average family, but earned his popularity through out school by using his athletic skills. He was a natural at every sport from basketball to bag mitten.

The third guy was Peter Kanalloukious. His last name was too complicated for most people, so everyone called him "Pete the Greek" after the infamous mobster. Pete was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be around. He had an amazing sense of humor, was smart as a whip and was always there when his friends needed him. And when he wasn't busy being Mr. Wonderful, he still had time to be the varsity track captain and get straight A's. Madison was really glad that she met Scott. Everyone on the A-List seemed really cool and she was totally excited for school to start.

"And of course, there is one member of our group missing today," Kiki instructed. Kiki was referring to Anne Walsh. Anne was one of those girls who had such low self-esteem that she had dedicated her days to putting others down to make herself feel better. In kindergarten, Anne told everyone that pink lunch boxes were cool and since she had a pink lunch box she was cool. Automatically, all the girls with purple lunch boxes cried themselves to sleep that night. In middle school, Anne created the "it lunch table" and dictated what fashions were in and out. So as you may have guessed, by high school Anne was a complete snob, a total dictator and of course, the queen bee of the junior class A-List., or as she liked to call their group “the elite eight”.


At about 9pm on September 3rd, Madison sat on her Tommy Hilfiger comforter staring at her photo albums. She thought about her old friends back in Colorado and the new friends she had made in Glenville. Madison was nervous to start school. Scott and the crew were amazing, but would everyone else at school like her? She also worried about meeting the mysterious Anne. Madison had been pretty popular her whole life, but she was one of those rare people who for the most part combined popularity and kindness. People wanted to like Madison. From what she had been told, Anne was the type of girl who fought her way to the top and ruled with a mean streak. She would eliminate anyone who got in her way. Madison couldn’t help but feel squeamish; would Anne embrace her friendship? Or would she see Madison as a bug dressed in designer duds who needed to be squashed?

Around the same time that night, Anne Walsh sat in a hotel in Florida, crying her eyes out and cursing hurricane season. Anne was scheduled to return home from camp that night, but her flight had been delayed due to in climate weather. She would be put on a new plane tomorrow, but she would not land in Glenville until around noon, forcing her to miss the first morning of the new school year. Not only would she miss the new fashion do’s and don’ts and the inside jokes, but she would also be one of the very last people to meet the new Miss Madison. Jennifer and Kiki had called many times that past week and told her all sorts of details about Madison. They both swore that Anne was prettier and skinnier, but Anne had a feeling that the girls were just saying that to maintain their loyalty.

Overall, Jennifer and Kiki seemed thrilled to have a new replacement for Kimmy.
“We can finally officially be the elite eight again,” Kiki had gushed on the phone the night before. Anne faked happiness and agreed with the others, but on the inside she was angry. She had secretly been glad that Kimmy was gone. Kimmy was beautiful and people loved her, especially all the guys. That always killed Anne. She liked having less competition now. She loved being skinnier and prettier than Jennifer. Sometimes she got jealous of Kiki’s looks, but she knew Kiki was a true ditz. Kiki would never have the smarts to be the queen bee. But now Madison was part of the equation. What if this Madison girl ruined everything? The fear of the unknown was slowly killing her.

The next morning Madison got a ride to school with Kiki and Jennifer. They took Jennifer’s five series cherry red BMW. It was a 16th birthday gift from Jennifer’s father. Madison dressed that day in soft silver Jimmy Choo sandals, a True Religion denim skirt, a basic black BCBG top and carried a Chanel Bag. She figured the outfit was simple and safe. She didn’t want to accidentally wear something that was “out” on the east coast. She wanted desperately to make a good first impression.

As the three girls walked through the halls, all eyes were on Madison. Everyone was whispering about the new girl.
“She’s hot,” one boy shouted.
“How is she already hanging out with the elite crew?” a girl whispered.
“Where is Anne Walsh? Has she been replaced?” another girl questioned. Madison felt like a celebrity. Popularity seemed like a much bigger deal here than at her old school.

The three girls approached Scott, Brett, Jack and Pete who stood in a confident mob.
“Morning Ladies,” said Scott as he kissed each of them on the cheek.
“Where’s Anne?” asked Pete.
“Don’t you know anything?” asked Kiki. “Her flight was delayed, but we’re not too concerned. She swears she’ll be back in time for the big audition this afternoon.”
“Audition?” Madison questioned.
“Ah, yes. We forgot to tell you, all us Varsity Cheerleaders always host an audition on the first day of school every year to allow a few new people to join the cheerleading squad. This year there are two openings on varsity and four on JV,” Kiki explained.
“So, I was allowed to just walk onto the squad, but other people have to try out?” asked Madison.
“Uh-huh,” said Jenn. “You’re one of us now, you get special treatment.”
“That seems unfair to the other students,” Madison commented.
“Yeah, I guess it is, too bad for them,” giggled Kiki.

“Here’s your locker,” said Scott as he pointed at Madison.
“Wow, great location,” chimed in Kiki. “Not only is it right near mine, but the biggest ladies room in the whole school is just a few feet away.”
“Cool,” Madison replied.
“It was Molly Watson the Chess dork’s locker, but Scott made her trade with you,” Jack added.
“Oh, that wasn’t necessary. I hope we didn’t trouble her,” Madison responded.
“It was no problem at all. When you see Molly’s unibrow, you’ll understand why she doesn’t need a locker with primo bathroom access,” Kiki said with a straight face.