Hey, so this is my first attempt at a posted fanfiction. I have so many silly stories saved on my computer and when I stumbled upon this site, I figured I'd give it a go. I'm not sure if anyone's done this before, but if so, I'm really sorry! Hopefully I have an original idea, but if not, maybe it'll be worth your while.


A few notes:

1. The Pretty Committee are not in middle school, but rather high school and OCD is a private school for girls that goes from sixth grade to twelfth. In this prologue, they're in ninth grade, but for the rest of the series, they will be sophomores.

2. Everything after The Pretty Committee Strikes Back is irrelevent. Act as if that is the last book in the entire series and let this fiction take you in an alternate route.

3. The trip to Lake Placid happened at the end of the year, therefore everything is about to happen- in the prologue and the few chapters after that- in the summer.

I think that's it. I'm hoping you read this with an open mind. It's going to get very serious, I think. Constructive criticism is welcome!

The Lost Boys


There were two types of students that went to Octavian Country Day: those who were wealthy and those on scholarship. It was a prestigious school in which only the best of the best managed to attend, a large majority of the girls being daughters of influential men and women with careers in law, business, and medicine. These students traipsed through the halls as if they owned it and if they were the right kind of person, they did. It was easy to persuade the school board to do their bidding- just get a large sum of money from Daddy's wallet and install a new wing, add a bigger library, or expand the green, lush fields. Stunts were forgotten, punishments lessened. A check with lots of zeros could be a very powerful, manipulative thing.

In the way that only a certain group of people could attend OCD, it took a handful of very special students to get expelled.

One would have to be deaf in order to not know who the members of the Pretty Committee were. Even if you did not go to school with them, you heard about them in passing. The name was always tossed around, either in open conversation or shared as a whispered piece of gossip. Two childish words to describe a group of five, they were the girls everyone revered, the girls everyone loved, and the girls everyone feared. Even their parents were well-known.

If anyone were to get in so much trouble, it would be them.

"This is terrible," Kristen Gregory moaned, burying her face in the seat's upholstery. Following the teacher in charge's orders, the girls were separated throughout the bus, their freedom to choose where to sit taken away because of their actions. "If my parents find out where I really was, I'm going to be in so much trouble."

"If?" Alicia Rivera echoed snarkily. "This isn't a matter of if, Kristen. They obviously already know."

"They do?" Kristen coughed, voice muffled. "I'm going to be grounded for years. Weeks, if I'm lucky."

Alicia rolled her dark eyes. "Well, maybe if someone hadn't ruined my life, we would still be on that trip with the rest of our classmates instead of on this stupid bus!" She cast a disdainful look towards the towhead seats ahead of her, the girl unaware of the looks-that-could-kill being sent her way. Her tone was filled with malice, however, a type of anger that she was unaware she was capable of.

"Are you talking about me?" Dylan Marvil half-sobbed, her green eyes rimmed red. "Because you didn't have to go after me, it's not my fault my mom is a skank."

"No, Dylan," the blonde snapped, barely turning her head around to face the Latina behind her. "She's talking about me. I can hear you, by the way."

"That was the point, Kuh-laire!"

"Oh, ouch. The way you say my name really hurts. I don't know how I will ever go on."

"I do," Alicia forced through gritted teeth. "You'd go right back to Josh, wouldn't you? You two were pretty cozy last night-"

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not interested in him! You just needed to learn a lesson-"

"A lesson? Excuse me, but I don't think I've ever done anything to you!"

Claire Lyons scoffed, reaching into her pocket to grab her old phone before realizing that they had been confiscated upon entering the bus those hours before. "Don't pretend you weren't flirting with Cam every chance you got!"

"Like he'd ever want to date you after what you did to him!"

"It was an accident!" defended Claire, her hands balled up into fists, nails digging into her skin.

Alicia let out a loud, humorless laugh, a dry sound that seemed to echo throughout the confines of the moving vehicle. "I'd love to hear this one: how can you accidentally make out with him? Did you trip and fall? Were your lips the only things to keep you two from skinning your knees?"

"For the love of God, Alicia-"


The booming voice of Miss Dunkel silence the feuding girls, whom of which looked down at the shiny floor with guilt-filled gazes. The tension in the room soared as the teacher's light, tired eyes angrily scanned the seats. "I thought I told you there would be no talking on this ride regardless of our proximity to the school. You don't want to get in any more trouble. At this rate, you're already hanging by a loose thread." She paused. "We're a few miles outside Westchester. If you could remain silent for the remainder of the ride, maybe I won't rat you out to Mr. Myner and Principal Burns."

The quiet that settled amongst the five girls was forced and uncomfortable. Unable to really see each other and interact, it was hard to fathom what really went on in the past twelve hours. It was enough to get them sent home early, away from everyone else. Who knew running into the forest- no matter how many times they were warned not to- could lead to this?

Alicia turned swiftly, making sure Miss Dunkel did not notice her sudden movements, and made eye contact with the one person who had not opened her mouth all bus ride. Massie Block sat two aisles behind her. I hate her, she mouthed slowly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Who? Claire or Dunkel?

Claire, the beta answered with an eye roll.

Massie shrugged, replying with you'll get over it before dropping her head to inspect her cuticles.

The bus rolled into the parking lot of Octavian Country Day a short fifteen minutes later.

In a single file line, the Pretty Committee silently followed their teacher, who led them through the darkened halls of their school, past the rows of lockers and the one bathroom with the really nice lighting until they were standing in front of a door that clearly read PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE in tiny, white lettering. Kristen gripped the sleeve of her hoodie tightly, twisting it in her grasp as the sound of two knocks reverberated through the silent corridors.

Without waiting for response, Miss Dunkel twisted the knob and pushed, light flooding the darkness. Inside, they could see a deep red desk covered in a large calendar, a few picture frames, and various papers stacked neatly to the side. Principal Burns was in, working far too early for her liking. It was completely evident in her narrowed stare.

"Thank you, Jacqueline," she nodded. "Ladies, please have a seat."

There were five chairs left empty, scattered between the forms of their parents. They dutifully placed themselves in their seats. Len Rivera did not look very pleased with his daughter, his tie left undone and his gaze hard. "I'd like to know what the punishment is before I'm late for a very important case."

"I understand that this is very last minute, but I needed all of you here to discuss the consequences your daughters will have to face," Principal Burns spoke as if Len, a very renowned lawyer, had not just snapped at her. "As you are already aware, due to phone calls made late in the night yesterday when we could not place your children, many rules were broken- rules the staff at Lake Placid and my chaperones were constantly reminding them of."

William nodded. "Yes. They ran into a highly dangerous forest, publicly harrassed a few workers, snuck off after curfew..."

"How much do you want?" Len took over from there. "Nadia, take out the check book."

Principal Burns shook her head quickly. "Unfortunately, there is no amount that can cover the damage. They could have seriously ruined that camp's reputation had they gotten maimed or worse by a bear."

"Then why did you let them go?" Marsha argued, lips pursed.

"I believe your daughter was not on the list of those attending, Mrs. Gregory. That in itself is even worse. If Kristen had gotten in trouble, it would not be my responsibility because she decided to go although she did not pay for the trip in advance."

Kristen ignored her parents' disapproving stares.

"If you won't take money, what will you take?" Len asked, his defensive, lawyer-type face gracing his Spanish features. "A new library? A bigger art wing?"

"A new-and-improved cafeteria?" added William.

"Although the administrators are very grateful for your contributions to our school, they have decided that this is one issue they will have to take a stand on. If the superintendent found out what happened and saw that we were taking money and additions to our establishment, he would be furious. He does not approve of the way we handle things at a much smaller magnitude than this."

"So what?" Massie caught her lip between her teeth. "We'll have detention until school's over?"

"That's fifteen days! That'll ruin my chances of keeping my scholarship!" Kristen's blue eyes widened drastically. She had been able to keep that since the sixth grade- she couldn't lose it now.

Dylan leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I'm pretty sure you lost that when you decided to sleep under Massie's bunk for two nights."

"You are not allowed to attend classes. Effective immediately." Principal Burns' voice was void of emotion, monotone, as if she were a robot. The student files before her, full of school pictures and report cards, were open, smiles facing the ceiling. Red, angry stamps were across each of their transcripts. Just one single word. "You will not be returning to Octavian Country Day next year."

Dylan's jaw dropped. Claire bit down on her thumb nail. Massie turned to her parents, a shocked look on her face, begging them to do something, anything. Alicia remained silent, frozen in her seat. Kristen let out a startled whimper.

"You have been expelled. Please remove your things from your lockers on your way out."