Here's Chapter 3, and sorry for the delay. I've been on vacation lately.
Bridget awoke with a sharp ringing from her alarm clock. It was 1:00. She grinned and leapt out of bed, not tired in the least. Whipping on a black hoodie and sweatpants, she snatched a paper clip from her desk. Excitement ran through her veins. It was time for the annual break and enter at Gilda's.
She tiptoed down the stairs and raced to the door. She felt the cool night air. It was off to Gilda's. The walk wasn't long, but she went along briskly. She loved it, though it didn't even compare to Baja. But something was wrong. She could feel it, so she walked faster. It wasn't until she got there, WAY too early, at 1:15, that she knew.
Gilda's had been demolished. There was nothing but a pile of rubble and a sign that read: "Future Home of Fat Tony's New York Pizza!" Bridget stared and stared at the pile, waiting for a miracle. It didn't come. Time passed and Bridget continued to stare. She heard footsteps and came out of her trance. She screamed. There was a dark figure coming down the sidewalk. It also screamed.
"Is that you, Bridget?" It was Carmen.
"Yes. They demolished Gilda's."
Carmen stopped dead in her tracks.
"No way," she cried.
"It says a pizza place is moving in."
Carmen moved up alongside Bridget and held her hand tight. "What are we going to do?"
Another dark figure came down the sidewalk. "Bee! Carmen!" She ran closer. "Where's Tibby, she was supposed to bring the-" Lena stopped. "Oh no." Her voice wavered.
Bridget gave her a hug.
"Tibby was right," Carmen said. "She thought Gilda's would go soon and we didn't believe her."
"How could we ever have been so stupid?" sobbed Lena.
The last dark figure was flying down the sidewalk with a large box in her arms.
"Guys! Sorry I'm late! I brought the pants," Tibby said, excited.
No one answered. "What's wrong?" asked Tibby.
Speechlessly Lena pointed to the pile of rubble that was now their past.
"Oh, crap," exclaimed Tibby. She stared at it too. In a strained voice barely above a whisper she said "I knew it."
Tibby hurled the box down and it bounced into the pile. Everybody stared at it for minutes. Finally, Bridget walked into the pile and scooped up the pants. She bravely sat down among the broken boards and found an old blue exercise mat. Her eyes welled with tears. A hand came down on her shoulder.
"We can still do this," said Lena, as she bravely sat down. Carmen waded in as well, followed by Tibby. They looked around and realized, with a certain amount of shock that they were all holding hands.
"Let's do it then," replied Bridget, squeezing Tibby and Lena's hands. Carmen laid the rules down on top of the pants and the four of them sat there, staring at the pants with the wind blowing in their faces. Bridget closed her eyes.
"To honor the Pants and the Sisterhood
And this moment and this summer and the rest of our lives
Together and apart."
They opened their eyes and looked at each other. Tibby was stroking the pants lovingly, tears running down her face. Lena was biting her lip and Carmen's face was invisible through the tiny hole in her jacket hood. Bridget was the only dry eye.
"I can't stand it here," mumbled Lena.
"Can't we go someplace else, guys?" Bridget begged.
Tibby lifted her face and Carmen ripped off her hood. "That actually sounds like a good idea," replied Carmen.
"But where?" asked Tibby.
Bridget racked her brain. There were so many places. The 7-11. The Rockwood pool. Their high school. And then her eyes lit up.
"We'll go to the thrift store."
Carmen pulled the hood of her sweater off. "Sounds good," she said between sniffles.
Lena scooped up the pants and pulled the pants away from Tibby. "I'm sick of tears."
"Same," muttered Tibby. "Let's go." Without another word, the four rose.
That's it, I should have Chapter 4 on the net soon and it will be the beginning of their adventures. Please R &R!