A/N: Hey! This is my first fic, I hope it's ok! Please R/R! (Oh, and for
reference, read the BSC book about when Laine comes to Stoneybrook!)
Why can't I connect with Stacey anymore? 13-year-old Laine Cummings wondered as she took the train back to New York City. She had just gone to visit her former best friend, Stacey McGill, who lived in Connecticut, and she was feeling more than a bit confused. Stacey used to be so mature, so sophisticated. And then she went to Stoneybrook and turned...well...hick!
Laine didn't want to be mean. She really didn't. But Stacey had seemed so childish that Laine couldn't take it. What had happened to her wonderful, funny, mature best friend? All of Stacey's new friends were like that too. They acted like they were still 10 years old instead of 13.
"Laine! Over here honey!" Laine had been so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice that the train had already arrived in New York City. The Big Apple. Laine's home sweet home, Stacey or no Stacey.
Why can't I connect with Stacey anymore? 13-year-old Laine Cummings wondered as she took the train back to New York City. She had just gone to visit her former best friend, Stacey McGill, who lived in Connecticut, and she was feeling more than a bit confused. Stacey used to be so mature, so sophisticated. And then she went to Stoneybrook and turned...well...hick!
Laine didn't want to be mean. She really didn't. But Stacey had seemed so childish that Laine couldn't take it. What had happened to her wonderful, funny, mature best friend? All of Stacey's new friends were like that too. They acted like they were still 10 years old instead of 13.
"Laine! Over here honey!" Laine had been so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice that the train had already arrived in New York City. The Big Apple. Laine's home sweet home, Stacey or no Stacey.