A/N: Sorry I haven't written in awhile but I think this is pretty good, so read it!



Jessi and Mallory



I brushed my hair into a bun quickly and threw on a black leotard, sweats, and some legwarmers. The clock read 10:23 and my dance class started at 10:30. I grabbed a banana and opened the door. Just when I thought I was done, I remembered Mal. Great! I was supposed to wake her up too.

"Mallory! Get up!" I shouted grabbing a yellow sundress dotted with blue flowers (nothing I would ever wear but sooo Mallory). "Right this second! You have a meeting with HarperCollins in exactly 37 minutes!" Mallory groaned and slipped on her glasses. "Mal! I'm supposed to meet Quint at the subway in about two seconds." I sighed and crumpled on the floor. Mallory's eyes opened wide. "What?" she asked. "In 37 minutes? It's gonna take me at least 20 to get to the Bronx and then I have to catch the C train to Brooklyn." She said, popping a piece of toast into the toaster before jumping in the shower.

I searched for an extra leotard, I couldn't find one, it took me 15 minutes to find a clean, white one. "Jess!" Mallory yelled from the shower. "What's burning?" I rushed to the kitchen. There was a small fire where the toaster had been. "Your toast, Mal!" I shouted before panicking. Luckily, I remembered the fire extinguisher. I sprayed it and the fire died down. Mallory emerged from the shower to see what was going on, her long red hair hung limply and her shoulders were covered in beads of water. "Wow." Mal said. I looked at her. "Wow." We both burst out laughing. "Okay, I gotta get dressed." Mal said before heading to her room. I packed my dance bag. We were all dressed and heading out the door when, Ring! Ring! I groaned. "I'll answer it." It was my Mother.

"Jessi dear. Just calling to see how things were." Mallory made a frustrated face and threw her hands up in the air. "Mom, I gotta go. I'll call you later. Bye." I said hanging up. Mal opened the door when I heard * Ring Ring *. I groaned. Mal sighed. "Don't rush to get the phone." She said sarcastically. I frowned. "Okay, okay I'll get it." Mal said, throwing her hands up into the hair. As soon as she answered the phone, Mallory grinned instantly. "

"Really!" she exclaimed.

"Oh my God. That's so weird, 'cause me and Jess need a break anyway so." She paused. "Yeah we'll be there." I looked at Mal, exasperated. Mal hung up and looked at me straight in the eye. "Jess," she said. "Jess, we're going to Stoneybrook."



Claudia



I leaned back, put my feet on the table and opened a brand new Nancy Drew mystery. 'Just like the old days,' I thought, relaxing. I had been working at the gallery all week and was tired to the extreme. I relaxed myself into a peaceful daze of nostalgia.

"Mom!" I groaned and walked to the foot of the stairs, my shoulders slumping. "Yes?" My daughter, Demi Moonstarr stood at the top of the stairs, a look of pleading upon her face.

"Can I go to Margaret's?" she asked. "No," I replied. "Why not?" "Because I said so." "Why not?" I placed a hand on my throbbing headache. "Because you haven't. Oh I don't know! Because I said so dammit. Besides, have you finished your homework?" "No, but Jennifer and Carena are going!" "Why do you have to go?" "Because we have to talk about something!" "You're only eight years old, what do you have to talk about?" "Alex Jackson likes me." I grinned, recalling the cute brown-skinned little boy I'd seen at Demi's class picnic.

"He's cute." I stated. Demi gave me a mischievous smile. "I know, that's what we have to talk about. You know almost everyone in my class likes me. So can I go? Please! I'll clean up my room every week for an entire year, please!"

I returned her impish grin. "Yes."

Demi jumped up and down, obviously pleased.

"After you do your homework."

Demi groaned. "Mom!" yet relented and retreated to her room.

I know this sounds conceited, but Demi really is amazingly gorgeous. She is a mix of Alan's French and my Japanese looks. She has long, black, loosely curled, shiny hair, which contrasts sharply with her porcelain skin and slanted, blue eyes. Yet she has freckles like her dad.

I returned to my bar of chocolate and Nancy Drew and then headed on the computer for a peaceful hour reading the latest celebrity gossip and drinking a cup of tea. I was in the middle of a story about Britney Spears' love triangle with Felix the Cat and Paula Abdul when I came across another story. It was about a New York attorney who had been accused of bribing the jury. The attorney's name was Kristin Thomas. The name sounded familiar, then I gasped. It couldn't be that Kristin Thomas.. Could it? A flashing red light accompanied by a set of chimes came across my screen. It meant I had an e-mail. I opened my mailbox.

From: Mary.Anne.Bruno@stoneybrookhigh.ff.ct

To: KrazyKlaud@oryginalart.chicago.com

Urgent BSC reunion! Please come, at my house.

2243 Alexandra Road. Stoneybrook, CT 00983

-Mary Anne

I grinned. "Demi Moonstarr Gray, get down here right now!" Demi's hair was braided into a single braid and she wore denim jeans and unicorn top. "How would you like to go to Stoneybrook?" I asked her.