"So Laine, tell us, how was your trip?" Mrs. Eliza Cummings asked her sulled-faced daughter in the car on the way back from the train station.
"Uh, it was fine. Whatever." replied Laine, rather irritably.
"Is something wrong dear?" asked Mr. Phillip Cummings, looking in the rearview mirror at Laine.
"No. Maybe. Yes!" Laine confessed. "Mom, what happens when the person you thought was your best friend is so different that you can't even talk to them anymore"Mrs. Cummings thought for a moment before saying, "Are you having problems with Stacey?"
"I didn't say that!" declared Laine. But her mother knew better.
"Oh, well this friend of yours, in what ways is she different than before?" Laine explained her horrid trip to Stoneybrook and how she was confused about what Stacey had become.
"I think you'll get through this," said Mrs. Cummings vaguely. Then she proceeded to talk with Mr. Cummings about the traffic.
Thanks a lot Mom, thought Laine miserably. That really helped.
"Well, we're home!" announced Mr. Cummings, pulling into the drive of a large apartment complex.
Laine breathed in the thick New York air. Yeah, she was home all right. But she was still unsure of her relationship with Stacey.
A/N: Ha ha...what do you think? It's not that great...but I really enjoy writing! I'm open to any suggestions!