Here is Stacey's chapter!
Disclaimer: Any characters you recognize, I did not make them up.
Time Frame: The girls are 16
POV: This chapter is in Stacey's point of view, first person.
Rating: Some sexual references but nothing explicit or detailed :)
Thanks for everyone who reviewed, and for telling me what Year 11 was :)
I have written this as though Stacey does not have diabetes as I know nothing about it, and would make tons of mistakes.
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STACEY
At the start of 11th grade I was so excited! I was finally a junior and I was heading into the last two years of my high school education. I had come a long way.
Growing up in New York then coming to a small town was not easy. Well at least I thought it would be hard. But I had so many great friends and things to do, what wouldn't I love? Our Baby-Sitters Club was my life. Not only was it good pay, it was also great fun. I've always loved kids! When we had to close the BSC down, I was really upset. It had been the thing that had made me many friends and given me good times.
But I learnt to deal. After all, I had heaps of homework to do in High School, so there was no time for BSC meetings three times a week.
So anyway, here I was in 11th grade. Dawn Schafer and I were the only ones from old group of friends (the BSC groups of friends that is) on our lunch timetable. Sometimes we would sit with a big group of people, other times we would sit alone and talk. We quickly became best friends. Although Claudia and I still talked a lot to each other a lot, we had grown apart. It happens.
Over the previous summer I had started dating Kyle. He went to SHS too, and was a grade above me. Plus he was on the football team - too hot!
After Christmas, My mum told me that she was going away for New Years, and that I could stay home. So I decided to throw a party of my own. I invited Dawn, Kyle, our BSC friends, as well as a heap of other people from school.
The night was going great. Everyone was having a good time. Some guys had brought some beer and wine. I don't usually drink, but I wanted to have a good time. I was really thirsty and kept getting more drinks. Soon I was going crazy, giggling and not really knowing what I was saying or doing.
We had a countdown to midnight and celebrated the beginning of a New Year. My new years resolution was make this year memorable.
Kyle had also been drinking and when the New Year began we began to make out in the corner. That's really the last thing that I can remember clearly. After that it is a blur. I can't remember the guests leaving. I can't remember going into my bedroom with Kyle, or what happened.after. I can't remember anything - but I know it happened.
I woke up in the morning feeling really sick. There was a knock at the door, and then I remembered that Dawn was sleeping over.
I was in such a mess, I didn't want Dawn to have to see a friend in my state. What would she think of me, lying in bed with a hangover?
"Come in," I managed to say, and she did,
"Oh my God, Dawn. What happened last night? I've never had this much to drink."
I couldn't say anything about what had happened. I wasn't even that sort of person.what would people think if they knew? All of the guests probably saw me drunk. I think that was degrading enough.
No. I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone. I would not say a word.
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Sorry this chapter is quite short, but I didn't want to repeat the same sort of stuff I said in Dawn's chapter.
Disclaimer: Any characters you recognize, I did not make them up.
Time Frame: The girls are 16
POV: This chapter is in Stacey's point of view, first person.
Rating: Some sexual references but nothing explicit or detailed :)
Thanks for everyone who reviewed, and for telling me what Year 11 was :)
I have written this as though Stacey does not have diabetes as I know nothing about it, and would make tons of mistakes.
~
STACEY
At the start of 11th grade I was so excited! I was finally a junior and I was heading into the last two years of my high school education. I had come a long way.
Growing up in New York then coming to a small town was not easy. Well at least I thought it would be hard. But I had so many great friends and things to do, what wouldn't I love? Our Baby-Sitters Club was my life. Not only was it good pay, it was also great fun. I've always loved kids! When we had to close the BSC down, I was really upset. It had been the thing that had made me many friends and given me good times.
But I learnt to deal. After all, I had heaps of homework to do in High School, so there was no time for BSC meetings three times a week.
So anyway, here I was in 11th grade. Dawn Schafer and I were the only ones from old group of friends (the BSC groups of friends that is) on our lunch timetable. Sometimes we would sit with a big group of people, other times we would sit alone and talk. We quickly became best friends. Although Claudia and I still talked a lot to each other a lot, we had grown apart. It happens.
Over the previous summer I had started dating Kyle. He went to SHS too, and was a grade above me. Plus he was on the football team - too hot!
After Christmas, My mum told me that she was going away for New Years, and that I could stay home. So I decided to throw a party of my own. I invited Dawn, Kyle, our BSC friends, as well as a heap of other people from school.
The night was going great. Everyone was having a good time. Some guys had brought some beer and wine. I don't usually drink, but I wanted to have a good time. I was really thirsty and kept getting more drinks. Soon I was going crazy, giggling and not really knowing what I was saying or doing.
We had a countdown to midnight and celebrated the beginning of a New Year. My new years resolution was make this year memorable.
Kyle had also been drinking and when the New Year began we began to make out in the corner. That's really the last thing that I can remember clearly. After that it is a blur. I can't remember the guests leaving. I can't remember going into my bedroom with Kyle, or what happened.after. I can't remember anything - but I know it happened.
I woke up in the morning feeling really sick. There was a knock at the door, and then I remembered that Dawn was sleeping over.
I was in such a mess, I didn't want Dawn to have to see a friend in my state. What would she think of me, lying in bed with a hangover?
"Come in," I managed to say, and she did,
"Oh my God, Dawn. What happened last night? I've never had this much to drink."
I couldn't say anything about what had happened. I wasn't even that sort of person.what would people think if they knew? All of the guests probably saw me drunk. I think that was degrading enough.
No. I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone. I would not say a word.
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Sorry this chapter is quite short, but I didn't want to repeat the same sort of stuff I said in Dawn's chapter.