Bella Alaska
Carrie Smith walked down the halls of Rochester Middle School. She was talking with her best friend Stacy Morrison.
" I know Stacy, but I'm just really nervous." Carrie told her best friend.
"Well for the thousandth time, Don't be!" Stacy replied.
" What if they don't accept," Carrie checked to see if anyone was close by or listening, " Bella Alaska?" she said in a hushed tone. " What if they make the connection that I'm her?" "Oh my gosh!"
Carrie babbled on.
Stacy grabbed her by the shoulders.
" Listen. Carrie. And. Shut. Up." she told her slowly
" But," Carrie started to say.
" Shh! Listen! This is an awesome opportunity! I mean you're going to meet a big producer in Malibu! You will get famous!"
Stacy told her with an encouraging smile.
" How can you be so okay with this?" Carrie asked.
" Of course I'll miss you Care, I mean your moving to Malibu, but we'll be best friend forever? Right?" Stacy asked questionably.
Carrie saw the uncertainty in her friends eyes.
" Of course we'll be friends forever!" This time Carrie gave her friend an assuring smile.
They gave each other their signature pinky promise shake.
Carrie and Stacy said their good-byes as the bell rang for dismissal. Carrie waved and said good-byes to friends, acquaintances, and old and new teachers.
The halls echoed her heels tapping out of the private school, as she walked out to start packing.
