Tracy's A/N: This is a new project that Kelsey and I started, and we think it will be enjoyable. Each chapter is from the POV of a different council girl, so there will be ten chapters total, and we have written the chapters alternately. For instance, this chapter is Amber's POV, chapter two is Shelley's, etc...

So, yeah, we hope that you enjoy! None of this would be possible without my Kelsey! Whee! I love you! :D

Okay, end author's note. Enjoy!

Amber's eyes moved across the bedroom, narrowing slightly as she studied each of the girls for a moment. She let her hands rest against her hips, her fingertips pressing lightly against her waist before she cleared her throat.

"Okay, ladies," her voice came out in the high, pure pitch that Velma called her 'conversational' tone. She waited for the room to settle, and when it did not, she cleared her throat, louder this time. The chatter continued, and she kept her blue eyes narrowed, letting her fingers tap her hip impatiently before pressing her lips together and blinking. "Excuse me!"

A few of the girls looked in her general direction, and aside from the lag in a few of the conversations, none of them paused specifically for her. She eyed Becky as she yawned; her face scrunching together as her mouth opened wide, and Amber shuddered a little on the inside at the sight of it. She glanced towards Shelley, who was speaking casually with Tammy, her lips moving quickly as they always did when she was engrossed in a conversation, her eyes studying her fingernails as she spoke. Besides Shelley, none of the girls seemed to be particularly interested in what was going on around them, and at the same time, none of them were even slightly interested in what Amber was saying.

"Hey!" Amber's voice rose above the chatter in the room, and all of the girls quieted for a moment, their eyes falling upon the blonde girl. "Listen to me!"

A few of the girls cocked their eyebrows at Amber, and she spotted Brenda in the corner rolling her eyes, but a sharp glare at the brunette caused her to sigh heavily, and tap her fingers against her thigh as she waited for Amber to speak.

Upon having their attention, Amber smiled sweetly, and pressed her palms against her nightgown, her voice returning to its gentle and normal tone of speech.

"Okay," her pink frosted lips turned up into a saccharine smile, "Now that I have your attention, let's have some fun."

Amber ignored the harsh looks from the majority of the girls, and instead, moved quickly across the room, placing a soft pink pillow carefully on the floor before sitting upon it, crossing her legs beneath her, and grinning at the girls that surrounded her. Her ivory nightgown fell softly over her legs, and she smoothed it over her legs before studying a few of the other girls, her eyes catching momentarily on Shelley's somewhat questionable choice of nightgown before swallowing, and then clearing her throat again.

"So," her voice took on the tone of the hostess her mother had insisted she be this evening, and she shifted on her pillow before choosing to speak again, "Who's up for truth or dare?"

She hadn't exactly expected the room to erupt into applause or cheer, but the somewhat apathetic reaction she got from her audience was a little less than inspiring. Tammy nodded encouragingly, as she always did; Lou Ann and Brenda sighed heavily, and Becky stared at the wall blankly. Though, no one ever expected much of a reaction from Becky, so that was the norm.

"Come on, girls, it'll be fun!" A little part of Amber died each time she was forced to play happy hostess with a group of girls that she could barely stand to be in the same room with, much less with them in her room, touching her things, and acting so entirely disrespectful and ungrateful. However, Velma had demanded that the ten council girls spend time together, in an attempt to even be able to pretend that they liked each other on television. The elder Von Tussle had even taken this particular Saturday night to stay at home, in an effort to make sure that all of the party guests showed up as expected. Of course, Amber had no doubt that she would leave the house as soon as the girls went to sleep. Though, it was too late to try and convince her mother otherwise now. They had all changed into their nightgowns, and were sprawled in various places throughout Amber's room. Besides, none of them seemed entirely eager to go home. For the first time in a long time, they seemed to be getting along, and bonding. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Velma had threatened all of their positions on the council if they chose not to attend this slumber party.

"Amber, we don't want to play truth or dare," Brenda voiced from her position at Amber's vanity, "It's so juvenile."

Amber pressed her lips together, studying the brunette and biting her tongue to keep from saying something offensive to the other girl. She chewed on her lip for a moment, and then could no longer resist.

"I'm aware that it may seem that way, Brenda, but this is probably different than most of the sleepovers you have been to." She scoffed slightly beneath her breath, and then clapped her hands together, "It will be fun. Who wants to go first?"

The girls remained silent, and Amber waited hopefully, pressing her lips together as she waited.

"Anyone?" She called the word hopefully, and when there was no response, she swallowed deeply. There was no question that standing here in front of her peers was one of the most humbling experiences she'd ever had, but she wasn't about to relinquish her position of control just because she was wildly unpopular at this moment.

Her eyes roved the room, where they promptly stopped on Shelley.

"Okay, Shelley. You can go first. I know you're dying to be the center of attention." Anything to get attention away from Amber herself. This was one time when she was all too eager to be out of the spotlight. She pressed her hands against her hips. "Truth, or dare?"