The Unicorns are back - the real Unicorns, that is.
Remember all those girls we were hanging out with who really weren't really Unicorn material? We're throught with them. Now they're calling themselves - get this - the Angels. Pretty dumb name, huh? But I guess it suits a bunch of goodey-goodies.
Well, the Unicorns won't be bothered by the Angels anytime soon - because we're quarantined for German measles! Now, I know most people would be really bummed, but when you're a Unicorn, you know how to wear a few spots in style. We're shacked up in Lila Fowler's mansion - no non-Unicorns allowed! Perfect, right? Right. Only, I wonder what the Angels are doing right now . . .

"You know, in some ways, getting these German mwasles might be the best thing that could have happened," Kimberly said. "I mean, now none of us will have to see a single Angel for at least twenty-four hours."
"Good point," I said. "And we'll definately have a lot more fun at our slumber party than the Angels will at theirs."
"Hey, let's go into my closet and try on all my stuff and make up new outfits," Lila suggested.
"Too bad Mandy isn't here," I said. "I mean, making up funky outfits is her specialty."
"I'm sure we're perfectly capable of coming up with cool outfits ourselves," Kimberly said hautily.
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, yeah, but-"
"I mean, Mandy's not the only one who has any fashion sense, you know," Kimberly went on.
Lila, Ellen, and I exchanged looks.
Kimberly's face was red with anger. "You'd almost think you miss the Angels or something, the way you can't stop talking about them," she spat out.

What does Kimberly have up her sleeve for the unicorns? Kimberly Rides Again