I promise the Gilmores will be written in soon enough.
When a club falls apart, the president loses everything she's based her life upon. Kristy Thomas knew it had been the reason for the void in her existence. In seventh grade she had the most brilliant idea to start a club with her two closest friends, Mary-Anne Spier, who lived next door and Claudia Kishi, who lived across the road from Kristy on Bradford Court. It was no ordinary little club, they were the nucleus of the Babysitters'Club, or the BSC as was the acronym, they constantly used and together they made the club far superior than any other club, which tried to compete. Many had tried but they all failed to measure up.
They became four, when Claudia's best friend, Stacey McGill Joined. Stacey was super-cool and sophisticated, splashing her New York Charm on her friends and charges alike. Then not long after Dawn Shafer the tall leggy California poster child befriended Mary-Anne and joined the club and they survived, just fine with five members, but soon, they were so successful, that the club was crying out for new members. Logan, Mary-Anne's boyfriend and Shannon, Kristy's new neighbour (she moved) were already associate members, but even they had full schedules. So along came the junior members, Mallory Pike and Jessi Ramsey. So the club of five became a club of seven, with exception of the two associates.
Then Stacey moved to New York leaving behind six friends and then later moved back when her parents got divorced. Then Dawn decided to move to California, but soon came back. Then Abby Stevens joined the club, when she moved near Kristy's new house in the ritzy part of Stoneybrook. It wasn't long after Abby joined that the club, feeling the pressure of Stoneybrook High looming, broke up, badly, very badly. None of them were speaking and Kristy never felt more alone in her life.
Kristy missed her friends, but she missed the club more. It made her feel important, respected and fulfilled. Without, her life was dull. Kristy was fifteen, two years after the club disbanded and still had not found her place. Sure she had the track team and she was really good at that, but it wasn't the same.
She was the class vice president, narrowly losing to Mary-Anne, by two votes. How had THAT been possible, she often wondered. Sure she was good in a crisis, she had proven that many times on babysitting jobs, but Mary-Anne was weak, a crier. Wouldn't she fall apart as soon as someone disagreed with her decisions? She fell apart, when Alan Gray squished a fly in front of her at lunch on the VERY DAY of the student elections. How was the crybaby going to make a difference to the school, not like Kristy could and Kristy knew she was going to have to be the backbone of Mary-Anne's attempt at leadership.
Kristy had succumbed to her role, vowing that the following year, their senior year would be different and everyone would see what a fake Mary-Anne Spier was. So every meeting of the student body council, Kristy would oppose every agenda Mary set, undermining every decision, until Mary-Anne became a wreck. Then Mary-Anne did the unthinkable. She stood Kristy down as class vice president.
Kristy was beyond furious. She was livid, attacking Mary-Anne sending her crumbling to the ground, screaming. "YOU BITCH!" she had hissed at the girl, whose face was turning blue, under Kristy's tight grasp. Kristy was too blinded by her own rage to see that Mary-Anne was inches from death. Luckily, someone else noticed and was pulling Kristy off of a sobbing, but relieved Mary-Anne. "Look at her! What a surprise! She's crying, again!" Kristy is struggling to break free of the strong hold, unsure of who it belonged to, but not caring either. "I'll get you, Crybaby!" she yelled as she was carried down the hall to the principal's office. Logan Bruno set her down outside the door. "Now do you want to tell me what THAT was about or are we going to go in there?"He pointed at the office door. Kristy shrugged. Then without another word, he opened the door and pushed Kristy in and then enter, himself and approached the reception desk. "Kristin Amanda Thomas needs to speak with the Principal."
"Geez! What nerd died and made you Hall-moniter?" Kristy muttered. Logan chose to ignore the comment.
The receptionist directed Kristy to the waiting area and was quickly on the phone after hearing what Logan had to say. "Thank you, Mr. Bruno. You can go, now." Logan glared at Kristy as he walked out closing the door behind him.
When he was gone, Kristy bit her lip, finally realizing the seriousness of what she had done. It was inevitable, Kristy Thomas was in a magnitude of trouble and there was no way out. She had no choice but to face it. The secretary looked up from her computer and her eyes met Kristy's. She could see the anger in the young girl's eyes and couldn't help, but wonder what had made her that way? She smiled genuinely, but Kristy intensified her glare. "The principal can see you now, if you'd like to go in?"
"Do I have a choice?" Kristy muttered, as she stood and entered the principal's office.
Miss. Thomas! I didn't expect a visit from you," The old pervert said, eyeing her slender figure. Kristy fixed herself up self consciously, making sure none of her buttens had popped.
"Neither did I," she retorted, sitting.
"So, I hear you and Miss. Spier were found in the middle of a cat fight?" He asked with a knowing tone. Kristy shrugged. "I'm shocked considering you two were apparently good friends." WERE , being the operative word, Kristy thought. Not anymore, though. Too much had changed. "Kristy, I would suspend most people for this, but in your case, I don't think it would be the answer. Ew, Kristy thought. Was he expecting her to have SEX with him? Only Stacey would have been low enough to go near that. She had slept with every guy in the school including several of the teachers. The rumour was that she had even done the dirty, balding principal himself. Kristy was not going THERE. "Kristy, I want you to think back to a time, when the two of you were friends."
"That was a mistake!" she muttered in response.
"Now Kristy, I want you to really try to remember what it is you were friends for."
"Convenience? She lived next door when we were kids!" She stood up. "This is so pointless. Just expel me already!"
"No, Kristy." He said. "You're a good student and the track team needs you as well. I want you to write an essay on the friendship you once shared with Mary-Anne and I want it on my desk by tomorrow morning. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Sir," Kristy answered, meekly.
His eyes swept over her body as she walked from the room and Kristy shivered under his gaze. She couldn't wait to get out of there.
