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.