Hi, this is another story on the BSC in college. Thanks for R&R-ing my other stories! Again, you all probably know the disclaimer and in addition, Christie and Mona are not my creation, but the creation of author Betsy Haynes. I'm actually working on several stories of the BSC at different ages. So it's the fall of 2001 and the BSC are in their first year of college. It's Thanksgiving break and they're coming back to Stoneybrook for the holidays. I'm not sure how long this story will be yet, maybe two or three chapters. Sooo, read, you all and REVIEW away!

Back In The Old Town For Thanksgiving

By: CNJ

PG-13

1

Kristy:

Mary Anne, Mona, Stacey, and I were piled into the car and headed back to Stoneybrook for Thanksgiving. "Ohhh, to our folks' houses we gooo..." I sang and we all laughed. It was hard to believe we'd been in college for three months already.
"How's Vermont?" Mona asked Stacey.
"Nice." Stacey sat back. "You all know that Christie Winchell's there also?"
"Yeah, I think you e-mailed us about that," I said as Stacey edged the car onto the turnpike heading out of New York City and toward Connecticut. "Claudia's on her way from Minnesota," I added. "She e-mailed me last night."
"Dawn's coming in from Arizona tomorrow," Mary Anne put in. "I can't wait to see them again."
"Me either," Mona added. The original Baby-Sitters' Club, or the BSC for short are now scattered around the US of A.
"Jessi e-mailed me the other day," Mary Anne told us. "She says the Next Generation of the BSC is doing really well." Vanessa Pike, Becca Ramsey, Charlotte Johanssen, and Karen Brewer took over the club last August when we left Stoneybrook. Vanessa's the president; Becca's the treasurer; Charlotte's the secretary, and Karen's the veep and they now have the BSC meetings in her room.
"Anna and Abby are coming from New Jersey tomorrow," Stacey turned off a ramp and we were on the outskirts of Stoneybrook.
"Good, good," I nodded. We got closer to the middle of the large town that we'd left behind last summer. I wondered exactly how much had changed. We then passed Stoneybrook Middle School. "That's where it all started," I said softly. It was in seventh grade when I thought up the BSC. We got very quiet and pensive. Then we passed the Stoneybrook High. Mary Anne's eyes filled with tears.
"It feels so strange here now," Mary Anne whispered shakily.
"It does," I agreed. Just then we were on the long winding McLelland road where I used to live. Stacey would be dropping me off there, then heading back to the neighborhood where she, Mary Anne, and Mona used to live. It'll be great seeing Mom and Watson again and I knew the others were looking forward to seeing their families again.