Whoops, long time no update. Finals are a beast what can I say. Heres 4 new chapters to make up for it.

We all boarded the plane and got into our seats, Row F like Kristy had ordered. It was annoying having to listen to her all the time, but we were all too afraid of her wrath to do anything about it. The seating order went like this. Kristy and Abby said in the first row of two seats. Then Logan, Mary Anne, Dawn, Claudia and Stacey sat in the middle row of five. Then it was me and Mallory in the next row of two, me by the window.

Drinks were served after liftoff, Mallory and I got ginger ale and started talking excitedly about our trip.

"Mexico is going to be soooo dibble," I said taking a sip. "I can't wait to go to the beach!"

"Me neither," said Mallory. I noticed her shoot a glance over her shoulder towards Ben Hobart, her sort-of- boyfriend. He didn't notice though, he was busy reading a comic book. "I've got something extra special for that," she said smiling deviously.

"What?" I asked leaning towards her. "Tell meee".

"Well… ok but don't tell anyone else," she said. "I want to unveil myself and surprise everyone".

"You're not dyeing your hair again, are you?" I asked nervously thinking about the fiasco in California. Mallory decided that being blonde would help her fit in, and make her look more mature. She also spent all of her money on makeup too. She looked ridiculous, and I had to loan her money to bail her out.

"No, no, my hair was meant to be red," Mallory said quickly. "I bought a… bikini!" she said giggling.

My jaw dropped. "Mallory Pike!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"What?" she asked innocently. "My parents won't know, and it looks really good. It's a white halter…"

"White!" I exclaimed again. Maybe someone with beautiful dark skin such as mine could pull of a white suit, but Mallory would look like a freckled ghost in it.

"It looks sexy," Mallory said pointedly. "It's gonna turn Ben from my sort-of-boyfriend to my steady love".

"Well ok if you say so, but, um… how are you going to fill out the top?" I asked. Mallory's chest was as flat as a 10-year-old boy's. Mine wasn't much better, but I was starting to grow in a little.

"Well, I was thinking toilet paper…" Mallory began.

"Duh Mallory, just get some chicken cutlets," Stacey said from across the aisle. I guess she had overheard our conversation.

"Chicken cutlets?" Mallory and I asked in unison.

"Yeah you stick 'em in and it makes it look like you have more than what you actually do have. Which in your case I guess would be nothing. Toilet paper looks too lumpy and it's the beach, once you get wet they'll sag," Stacey explained. She flipped her hair as she turned away from us and went back to reading her issue of Cosmopolitan.

"Hmm, chicken cutlets," Mallory said thoughtfully, adjusting her glasses. "That sounds just like what I need".

I sighed and looked out the window. This was going to be a long interesting trip.