Thanks to everyone who reviewed my story. I'm having a lot of fun writing it, and I'm actually almost finished with it. It is sort of a parody, because who doesn't love making fun of BSC characters? Here is the next chapter, enjoy!

"Stacey, wake up we're leaving for the airport in an hour," I heard my mom yell to me from down the stairs early Saturday morning.

Yesss! Finally this day had come. I go on a lot of trips, but it had been at least a month since I had been anywhere. I couldn't wait. I jumped out of bed, got in the shower and got dressed. Today I wore a black low cut halter top with a short denim miniskirt. I put on knee-high black leather boots, and a thick silver necklace and silver bangles. I made sure to lay out a black shrug in case it got chilly on the plane. Stylish, yet comfortable for flight.

I put on some makeup, and blow dried my hair, making sure it was extra fluffy. I had just gotten it permed two days before. I wanted it to be extra thick and curly for Mexico. I then tested my blood sugar and did my insulin shot before packing away my diabetes kit into one of my four suitcases. All ready.

My mom helped me get my bags into our station wagon and we were ready to go. Actually we had to wait for Mallory, she lives next door. I watched as she walked out her back door waving and smiling towards the house. "Goodbye everyone, I'll miss you!" she yelled waving inside the still open door.

"Yeah us too," I heard Mr. Pike say quickly as he shoved Mallory's suitcase into her arms and slammed the door shut. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as she skipped across her back lawn smiling at me. She can be such a little girl sometimes.

"Wow Stacey, you look great!" She exclaimed approaching the car.

"Yeah thanks," I said flipping my thick blonde hair over one shoulder. I couldn't return the compliment, Mallory looked frumpy as usual. She was wearing a light blue sweatshirt with two horses running across the front over the words "pony pals", dark blue jeans, and black Keds. She had pulled her thick red hair into pigtails. Don't get me wrong, pigtails are okay if you're going for the sexy school girl look, but Mallory obviously wasn't.

We all got into the car and started off towards the airport. As we passed Mallory's house I'm pretty sure I heard Kool and the Gang's "Celebration" blasting from inside. Lucky them. After about forty minutes of driving we arrived at the airport. My mom pulled into the 10-minute drop of area and we started to unload our (well mostly my) bags. I hugged Mom goodbye, promised her I'd test myself every day and wouldn't forget my shots, and walked into the terminal with Mallory. Immediately I noticed Claudia, it was almost impossible not to. First she had just as many bags as I did, and then there was her outfit.

She was wearing a big full off-the shoulder dress. It had a long skirt that must've had at least five layers. It was red and ruffled, and it looked like she had poured glitter all over it. Her hair was in two braids on either side of her head. Her makeup was the most interesting though. She had taken a black eyeliner pencil and sketched a moustache over her lip. Then she had drawn a black circle near her lip, supposed to be a mole I guess. Then she had drawn a line connecting her eyebrows together. Wow.

"Wow Claud, great outfit," I said as I approached her.

"Thanks," she replied. "It's my homage to Frida Kahlo"

Our other friends soon joined us. Mary Anne was spewing off facts about Mexico City, Dawn was complaining about the amount of pollution planes produce, Mallory and Jessi had produced plastic pony toys and were running them across the air neighing, while Abby was flipping through a book full of jokes in Spanish.

Breaking our chatter, Kristy stood up on a chair and waved her arms. We didn't pay her any attention, mostly because we were embarrassed. I didn't think it could get any worse until I heard a whistle blow. Ugh, how did she get that through security? Everyone turned to look at her, and I do mean everyone.

"Attention BSC members! We're all sitting in Row F of the plane. I call one window seat, discuss among yourselves who gets the other. When we get in Mexico, meet by the baggage claim for an emergency BSC meeting! That is all," She barked at us while everyone watched. I was mortified, looking at my friends I could see I wasn't the only one. I also noticed the rest of our classmates snickering and whispering to each other. I could kill Kristy Thomas sometimes, but I wasn't about to let her ruin this trip. Mexico here we come!