Thanks again to all my reviewers! I'm going on holiday to Italy in about 5 days so I won't be updating for a while. I'm going to try and get as much as I can done before that though…who knows, I might have a sudden spurt of creativity. I want to get this finished anyway because I have a new story I want to start. So….here's Stacey! Also in this chapter I am including Stacey's diabetes. I know almost nothing about the disease except for what in portrayed in the BSC books so if I make any mistakes please tell me!

Stacey McGill

Stacey picked up the turquoise skirt. It was knee-length and made of a light, floaty material.

Finally, she thought, the perfect one!

Stacey had spent the best part of an hour looking for a skirt that would be just right with Keesha Oliver's tight, black lace vest top and strappy black sandals, and had been just about to give up. However, she had found it! As she took the skirt to the till, she thought about how pretty Keesha was. Well, obviously she was pretty. She was the new face of Opal Vibe Magazine! But unlike some of the other models, Keesha had a special spark to her, and she was really friendly as well. She had red hair, cut in a short, fluffy bob, emerald green eyes and a perfect creamy complexion.

"This is lovely," murmured the cashier. "It'll look great on you!" Stacey smiled.

"Thanks very much!" she exclaimed "But it's not for me."

"Oh," replied the cashier, whose name tag said "I'm Rosie, how can I help?" She sighed "Shame"

Well I can't look too bad then, exulted Stacey (to herself, naturally).

She stole a glance at her reflection in a shop window as she walked out of the boutique. Blonde ringlets, just grazing her shoulder blades, shining and well formed. Large blue eyes topping off a reasonable figure.  Her makeup was impeccable (as always). Her suit was charcoal, and was worn with a dusty rose silk shirt. Her stilettos were the same pink. Slightly formal perhaps, to be boutique hopping, but I am at work. Technically.

Stacey grinned to herself. She LOVED her job.

When Stacey left high school, her main career choice was fashion. Although she still sparkled in the Math department, she just didn't see it as a long term job plan. Her parents were behind her one hundred percent, as long as she was happy.

So Stacey went to a university in New York, and did a fashion major. She was due to complete university at twenty two.

But in her first year she became ill. Her diabetes became out of control, as she got more and more tired with the pressures of university, she sometimes inadvertently skipped meals and forgot to take shots. Soon she began to get into a vicious cycle…she was tired because she was sick and sick because she was tired. In the end her roommate, Figa, convinced her to see a doctor, but it took a couple of months before Stacey was back on track.

Finally she completed university, passing with flying colours. It took her a while to get into a job, but she started temping at a magazine. Soon her potential was recognised, and she was chosen as the assistant of the magazine's fashion buyer. Stacey was thrilled, and she loved it from day one. It was obvious she had a natural flair for what was "In" and what was right for certain looks and certain people. When the fashion buyer moved to another magazine, Faces, Stacey was chosen to replace her. She was ecstatic.

The job was perfect for Stacey. She had to choose the clothes the models wore, and had a small say in what should and shouldn't be in the fashion pages! She also was an influence in the overall fashion department. In short, Stacey got given money to go shopping, and got paid for doing it. It was her dream. She was hoping for a promotion, to head of the fashion department, but that was a way off, and besides she liked her job.

But Stacey wasn't totally career obsessed. The other big thing in her life was her boyfriend, Ollie Macintyre. She had met him at a party two years ago and they had clicked. She still found him amazingly attractive, flashing grey eyes, cocoa brown hair and chiselled features. They had moved in together, into a reasonable sized flat in New York, and were in fact going to dinner that very night.

Stacey hailed a taxi and stepped in.

De…de de…de de de de de deeee

Stacey's phone began to ring. She grabbed it from her beaded clutch bag.

"Hello?"

"Stacey? It's Claud"

"Claudia?" Stacey squealed. Although Claudia lived in Stoneybrook, they still kept in touch and visited. She would definitely still count her as her best friend. They were so different in school, but interestingly both ended up in fashion.

"How's the baby? Still kicking?" Stacey inquired.

Claudia laughed. "Come see for yourself! David Kishi-Cho is sleeping on my lap!"

"OH MY GOD! CLAUDIA!"

"It was still two weeks early… but hey. He came out healthy and gorgeous! A little on the small side but nothing to be concerned about. So, I meant it! Come stay with us for a week, and meet him."

"Claudia I would love to! Congratulations! I'll come down as soon as I can, I'll come tonight, whenever! Oh, I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks…Stacey can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

" I thought about this and me and Marlon both agree. We think you are the perfect person for it. Will you be…David's Godmother?"

Stacey gasped. Her eyes filled with tears. Before she started sobbing in a taxi cab, she managed to answer.

"Yes…of course."

what do you think? I know that Claud was made lynn's godmother too, but I didn't mean it to be repetitive I just thought it was something that might happen! So I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews please!