still writing more Bratz stories as you can tell.

If you've read my previous stories you know the Bratz are the queens. They rule Styles High. Especially Sasha who thrives off of the control she has over people. So how would they react when someone comes in and takes that away from them? Read on the find out!

Chapter 1:

Today's Gossip

It was yet another day at Styles High. Before school all the students were just hanging out as always skateboarding, catching up on the latest gossip, comparing new hairstyles, talking about who was going to get the latest iPhone first.

The Bratz were hanging out by Sasha's car. Cloe and Jade sat on the hood, Sasha leaned against the door, and Yasmin sat in the driver's seat. Music blasted from the stereo.

"Take away your things and go

You can't take back what you said, I know

I've heard it all before, at least a million times

I'm not one to forget, you know

I don't believe, I don't believe it

You left in peace, left me in pieces

Too hard to breathe, I'm on my knees

Right now, 'ow

I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up

I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough

Oh, (that same old love)

Oh, (that same old love)

I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart

I'm so sick of that same old love, the kind that breaks your heart

Oh, (that same old love)

Oh, (that same old love)"

Yasmin sang along to the music as she applied a new plum red lipstick she got from sephora that weekend.

Cloe was looking at the bun she had on top of her head in a mirror.

Jade was nearly breaking into a rage because one of the tips of her French manicure chipped that morning.

Sasha pulled out her phone. "Smile babes," she said as she snapped a selfie of them to put on their Bratz Instagram. She knew everyone would eat it up.

These girls ruled the school. They knew it and everyone else did. They were gorgeous, fabulous, and everyone either admired them, was in love with them, or was jealous of them. It had been that way since they officially became the Bratz in 7th grade, even before then people admired them, and it had been that way ever since. They were perfect and they intended to keep it that way.

"My hair looks terrible today," Cloe said.

"It does not, you look great!" Yasmin said.

"Maybe I'm just not feeling like myself today."

"Why? Cameron didn't hit it hard enough last night?" Sasha said with a smirk. Jade snickered.

Cloe rolled her eyes. They were always making jokes about her a Cameron. "No, I spent the whole night studying for this math test."

"Is that why you have dark circles?" Sasha said.

Cloe gasped. "I didn't think they were that noticeable!"

Jade pulled a tube of concealer out of her purse and handed it to her. "I think you're gonna need that."

Cloe quickly uncapped it and swiped the concealer under her eyes and started blending it in with her beauty blender.

"Hey girls!" Fianna said as she came over to them. Fianna was light skinned and tan, had long silky light brown hair, a dancer's body, and seductive eyes that could melt a guy's heart in seconds. She was one of the lucky few in the Bratz inner circle.

"Is that the new Moschino bag?" Yasmin asked pointing to her black leather purse.

"Yeah you like it? I got it yesterday. It's so chic!" Fianna said proudly holding up her bag.

Sasha narrowed her eyes. "Guess who had it first?"

Fiannas eyes got wide. "You have the same one?" Having the same clothes as someone else, especially the Bratz, was a deadly sin at Styles High.

Jade giggled. "Whoops."

Sasha smirked. She loved controlling people. She pulled her purse out of the seat next to Yasmin. "I have a different style. You're safe."

Fianna visibly looked relieved. "Good."

"So Fianna, what do you think of Cloe's hair?" Yasmin asked trying to boost Cloe's morale.

"It's so cute!"

"Really?" Cloe said.

"You're the only person I know who can pull off a topknot like that Cloe!"

"Thanks!"

"So you guys want to know what I heard?" Fianna said.

The girls leaned forward. Fianna was always full of juicy gossip.

"There's a new girl today."

"What's her name?" Yasmin asked.

"What grade is she?" Cloe asked.

"Does she dress cute?" Jade asked.

"Is she a dork?" Sasha asked.

"Her name is Vee. She's in our grade. I don't know how she dresses. And if she is a dork she won't last here."

"You've got that right," Jade said.

"Now girl, let's not judge. Maybe she's cool," Sasha said sarcastically.

"I doubt she's cool enough to hang out with us," Jade said.

Suddenly the bell rang and they all went to class.