KRISTEN
With a sigh, Kristen hopped onto the bus that would carry her far, far away from Westchester, all the way to Lake Placid, in fact, where the Pretty Commitee had gotten expelled from OCD.
"Over here, Kris!" Belle patted the seat next to her.
With a small smile, she sat down and dropped her giant Jansport suitcase on the floor beneath her feet. "I already miss them," she commented.
"The Pretty Commitee? Yeah, I miss my friends too."
She twisted around to look through the back window as the vehicle pulled away. "I'm really leaving," she muttered.
"No going back," Belle teased.
"I feel like this is the wrong desicion," she remarked. "I'm nawt sure my priorities are straight."
"You make your choices, and you live with them. That's it."
"I guess."
