Emma pulled on her bag just as she heard the screaming honk of Chloe's Mazda MX. She delicately but ever-so-bitchily swept her hair behind her right shoulder and giggled her signature giggle as she strutted out the front door of her multi-million dollar mansion. Chloe always drove Emma and Ashley to their school. She was only 15, but the pervy cops couldn't tell... or maybe they were too busy staring at her boobs to tell her age. Emma climbed up onto the back of the car and dropped her bag between Chloe and Ashley. Chloe turned the rearview mirror to check her reflection, she looked disgusted at the image she saw, even though she looked drop-dead gorgeous as always. Ashley snapped her wintermint gum and pushed at her cute, beachy light brown bob. "How's Luke?" Chloe asked as she hit the gas and sped towards the main road. "Great, he's just so nice and smart, and cute, and..." Ashley answered, muttering on about all the perfect physical and mental traits her new boyfriend had. "I didn't say,'What's Luke like', did I?" Chloe snorted. Ashley grimaced at her mistake, even though Chloe was just being her usual self, a bitchy, snobbish queen-bee. Emma rolled her eyes, but giggled her giggle, having to maintain the queen-bee image. Chloe just kept laughing as she fixed her long brown hair. "Emma, I got you a date with Grayson, the awesome hockey player." She said proudly.