Summer was inching closer and closer with every breath Bridget took. The hands on the clock seemed to go backwards instead of fowards. All of these factors and Mrs. Donahue's droning voice was driving her crazy. Finally, it was 2:30 and the bell rang cheerfully.

Bridget sprinted into the already crowded hallway to find Tiyanna at her locker.

"Ah," Tiyanna sighed as she gave her friend a hug, "we made it. Now we have the night to look foward to."

"Don't remind me," Bridget joked as she opened her light blue locker.

"Are we ready?!" Sasha shouted over the noise as she pushed her way through the crowd. "OMG," Sasha exclaimed as she touched Bridget's new main. "You look gorgeous."

"No, wait!" Bridget replied as she took some pictures and posters out of her locker. She closed it with the satasfaction that next year will be different, better. "Thanks chicky...I needed a change," Bridget informed her friends as she dragged her hand through her pixie cut.

"Bridget" Shane called muffily as he waves over the moving heads.

"Shane!" Bridget called back and waved wildly. "You better call me this summer."

"Of course I will," Shane replied, slapping hands with his friend Brett, "You gave a good time tonight."

"We will," Bridget told him as Sasha and Tiyanna pushed her down the hallway, "Thanks for your advice".

Sitting in her silver corvette was Jenna, Tiyanna's cousin. She looked toward the school nonchalamtly with her turtle-frame sunglasses at hand. They bursted through the door and scanned the area for Jenna.

"Jenna!" Tiyanna waved as Bridget and Sasha followed her to the car.

"Ti, babe," Jenna smiled as Ti hopped over the door and gave her a hug. "You're getting prettier everyday. And Bridget, I remember you, how is your mom?"

"Surviving," Bridget joked. "This is Sasha."

"Nice to meet you, Sasha," Jenna told her, turning around and giving her a handshake.

"You, too," Sasha smiled.

"You all look adorable today," Jenna complimented them as she adjusted her rear-view mirror. Sasha's attire consisted of vans sneakers, khaki capris, a white tube top and a blue bucket hat. Bridget was decked out in flare jeans, addias sandals, and a blue and blue flannel 2-piece set.

"Thanks," Sasha and Bridget replied simultaneously, looked at each other, and laughed.

"I really like your top, Ti," Sasha told her.

"Thanks," she replied as she fasened her seat belt. "It's just totally me," she continued as she looked down at her white 'i like my attitude problem' baby-t.

"Shall we go?" Jenna asked as she made the engine purr.

"Yeah," the girls agreed and they were on their way.

After about 45 minuetes of station-surfing and waving at random cars, the girls arrived at the arena. They approached the small sea of girls. It was only 3:20, but they could tell Dream Street had devoted fans.

"This place is alright," Bridget commented with her hands on her hips.

"Are you going to stay with us, Jenna?" Ti asked her cousin.

"No, that's ok," Jenna started as she surfed through her black pocketbook for a tic-tac. "I've had my share of teenybopper concerts. NKOTB...1990...enough said. I'm going to hit the strip; do a little window shopping. You girls enjoy yourselves. You got my cellie number if anything happens. I want you girls to meet me at the car at...9...no later...capiesh?"

"Capiesh? What language is that?" Sasha asked. Bridget shook her head and smiled.

"We understand," Ti replied as they waved-off Jenna.

"How are we going to get backstage?" Bridget asked eyeying the seemingly top knoch security.

"Good question," Ti replied as they walked toward a burly old man with a clipboard.

"Excuse me," Tiyanna said to him. He rolled his eyes and turned in her direction. "Can you check if we're on the list?"

"Look, I'm tired of people coming up to me and asking if they can get backstage. You're just fans like those girls..." he asked pointing to the crowd.

"Can you just look please?" Tiyanna interrupted, a little bit of annoyance heard in her voice. "Tiyanna Martino, Bridget Kepler and Sasha Rosemburg."

The man unwillingly looked down the paper, his pencil leading his eyes. He stopped midway and looked up. "This way, please," he smiled, motioning for them to go past the stage. Ti didn't give him a second glance and charged through with Bridget and Sasha lagging behind.

Backstage was full of upmost confusion. Men and women ran in every direction with everything you could imagine as the girls tried to avoid being run over.

"Let's sit over there," Bridget suggested so they can avoid the madness. THey plopped on a sole leather couch next to some older women. One of the ladies looked at the girls and her face lit up.

"Sasha?" she asked, her brown hair framing her inquizative eyes, "is that you?"

"Mrs. Maryann?!" Sasha replied. "Yeah, it's me."

"Wow," Mrs. Raposo sighed, standing up to give her a hug. "Your hair had gotten so long! I haven't seen you...god...it's must have been years."

"A few," Sasha replied with a smile. "Oh, girls," Sasha continued, "This is Greg's mom, Mrs. Raposo. I lived across the street from Greg when I was younger. ANd that's Mrs. Galasso and Mrs. Trousdale. These are my friends Bridget and Tiyanna."

"A pleasure, girls," Mrs. Trousdale said, shaking each of the girls hands firmly.

"Bridget," Mrs. G smiled, "It's nice to see you again. How are you doing?"

"Good to see you too. I'm doing better, thanks," she replied with a happy sigh.

"Where are the guys?" Ti interrupted. Ti got a little push from Bridget.

"Actually," Mrs. Raposo started as she sat back down, "They're in make-up."

"Correction. Were in make-up," the girls heard a voice yell down the hall. An adorable Jesse jogged down the hallway in baggy jeans and a yellow T-Shirt. "They guys headed for costumes. They sent me out, the servent, out to see if you lovley girls were here yet. I'm sure you won't mind coming with me?" Jesse offered his arm to Bridget and Sasha.

"Why Jesse," Sasha gasped jokingly, "how kind of you."

"Jess," Ti gasped, looking him up and down, "You be looking good tonight. If only you were a few years older..."

"You know what they say," Jesse started, shrugging his shoulders. "Good things come in small packages," he joked.

"What does being little have to do with anything?" Sasha asked, a confused look bonded to her face.

"Blondes," Ti whispered with a head shake.

"Hey!" Jesse defended, "Blondes rock."

"And they have more fun!" Sasha continued, holding a finger in the air. The 4 friends headed down the pasty hallway, laughing, to maybe their destinies.