Stephanie got Brooke into a headlock first, but Brooke countered by pulling on Stephanie's hair. Stephanie punched Brooke in the stomach, and Brooke slapped Stephanie in return. They were making a lot of noise, to where their mom's heard, and came running. "What the heck do you think you're doing?" Melina yelled at Stephanie. "Brooke, get out of there!" Christy raged at Brooke. "Mom, we're just having fun," Brooke fought back. "No, you guys don't get it, Christy and I hate each other - our daughters can't be best friends, it looks bad in the press." Melina fought. "Best friends? I don't think so," Brooke pressed. "Why, is there something wrong with me?" Stephanie caught. Brooke walked out of the ring, and bumped into Melina as she walked to the locker room.

"Brooke, you understand, right?" Christy worried. "No, I don't. My entire life, I've been happy with my false identity, Brooke Frame. Then I go back to Brooke Hemme, and I get all of these restrictions. It's not like I want to be friends with Stephanie, it's the concept that you're telling me that I'm not allowed to see this one person, because her mom's guys gave you the snapshot! Why does it matter whom I wrestle with? That's like saying enemies can't fight because they don't like one another. DUH! That's what the show's about, Mom," Brooke screamed.

There was a lot of yelling behind them. "Get back to the bus. NOW!" Christy yelled at Brooke. "Why?" Brooke refused. "You'll do what I say young lady!" Christy ordered. Brooke saw Stephanie running back to the bus also. Brooke got up and followed her. Melina had ordered Stephanie to lock the doors behind them, and don't let anyone that she didn't know in.

As they reached the bus doors, they ran up and demanded their bus driver to tell them what was going on. "Listen girls, they don't tell me much, just what I need to know to get y'all from here to there. Now I hear them talking from time to time, but usually I just pay attention to the road. I don't got any reason to get into there business," he responded. "Here's a card for my speech teacher, call her," Stephanie hand him the card.

"Harsh," Brooke accused. "I just can't stand it when people don't speak right," Stephanie explained. "You mean different," Brooke corrected. "What ever," Stephanie shook off. Brooke grabbed her stationary and pens, and began to write to Natalie:

Dear Natty,

I've been here less than a day now, and I've already run into adventure. One of my mom's work partner's daughter, Stephanie, is exactly like Rachel, everything has to be perfect for her. We were sitting in the hotel lobby, talking about next year's travel plan, when there was this large noise, and the two of us had to go to our rooms, lock the doors, and not to let anyone in our rooms unless we're sure we know them. So that's where I'm writing to you now. I'm going to backtrack a bit. The plane ride was long and kind of boring. I kept waking up from all of this turbulence, and the captain coming over the loud speaker saying that everything was okay. Fine, maybe it wasn't so boring. I listened to that CD that you cut for me. I put it onto my I-pod, and it's was rocking! I know that it's summer up here in New York, but compared to Texas, it's freezing! It probably only got up to 70 degrees today, can you believe it? Mom says that it'll get warmer, and we're moving south, so that's always a bonus! I hear that we may be traveling to Europe also! I've always wanted to visit Germany. I won't get my hopes up though; I'm only here for three months. Are you going riding at the stables soon? If so, say hi to Thunder. I miss him. Well, I'll keep you updated on the events.

Your BFF,

Brooke Hemme Frame 

Stephanie ran over and grabbed the paper right from Brooke. "Aw, how cute. Writing to your best friend forever. That's so third grade," Stephanie mocked. "We've been best friends from daycare," Brooke interrupted. "And you still have to hide your identity - that's sad. That's what I like about my mom, no one knows her last name, so I can go flying it around without a worry," Stephanie teased. "You don't know what it's like at my school, if you're different you're weird, if you're in any sort of club besides sport teams you're weird, and you especially don't want anyone to know if you have a famous background. Last time a kid tried that, first the popular kids attacked, trying to meet his parents. Then when they realized that was never going to happen, they began making fun of him. They were putting him in awkward situations, so he would act out or get into fights, then tell the press. My friends like me as Brooke Frame, and that's who I'm going to remain to them," Brooke stated. Stephanie gave back the letter, and they both lay on a top bunk. As they stared at the gym, they both heard a loud scream. "That's my mom," Stephanie panicked. "No, it's mine," Brooke realized. "How can you tell?" Stephanie challenged. "I can feel it," Brooke answered. "Do you have any medical background?" Stephanie questioned. "Yes, my uncle is a doctor, and has taught me how to handle emergencies from a bleeding knee to a gunshot. Like I said before, my school isn't a school of choice. No one ever knows what's going to happen," Brooke faded.

That's when they saw Christy being carried out of the building. Her head was bleeding from all directions. She grasped her leg, and there was also a shade of red streaming down her leg. "MOM!" Brooke cried out. She grabbed her backpack of first-aid stuff, and ran to see her.