Sierra & Kristy (Book)

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Chapter 1: Movin’ On Up
“Look at this,” Kristy Castelli said to her best friend, Sierra Jennings. They were packing Sierra’s bedroom stuff in her bedroom in leftover U-Haul boxes in the large and medium sizes. Kristy was showing an old photo of her, Sierra, and their two friends Alicia Alcott and Nikki Merrick from their high school days. The photo was taken in their sophomore year.
It was a reminder that no matter what happens to the girls, they would always stay best friends.
“Oh my god, I remember this picture,” Sierra smiled.
Kristy also packed up Sierra’s stuffed animals in one of the boxes labeled SIERRA’s STUFFED ANIMALS, in a black sharpee marker.
The girls were moving into an apartment off-campus. They wanted to be independent women and the apartment was near their new school, Silver Hills Community College.
It was the same college Sierra’s older sister, Will and Will’s now fiancé, Trent attended before they graduated and attended Silver Hills University.
Like Sierra, Will was a sensible, conservative, straight-A student. Both sisters applied to different colleges before attending Silver Hills Community College. Will applied to different California State Universities. The first was in Dominguez Hills, the second was in Los Angeles. They all accepted her, but she had to attend Silver Hills Community College due to her parents not being able to afford sending her to her two top universities. Sierra, on the other hand, applied to her three top colleges. Loyola Marymount University, from where Sierra, Kristy and Alicia, went to on a class field trip in their junior year; UCLA (her favorite college, which she wanted to go since seventh grade); and USC (UCLA’s long time rival college.
 Only LMU accepted Sierra, like her sister, Sierra had to attend community college for two years before attending the school of her choice.
On the other side of Sierra’s almost empty room, Kristy helped Sierra sort through a lot of her old high school clothes. Kristy pulled out a cute speckled purple blue and gray sweater from Sierra’s pink dresser.
“Remember this old thing?” Kristy showed the sweater to Sierra. Sierra smiled.
“Oh, that is such a cute sweater!” The girls laughed. Sierra got the sweater for Kristy’s sweet 16th birthday. Kristy was never interested in sweet 16 birthday bashes, so her sweet 16th birthday was kept to a minimal. It was just the girls, a slice of pepperoni and spinach pizza, and a birthday cake with the numbers 1 & 6 on top.
Kristy borrowed the sweater during winter time in California and during the six-day rainstorm.
“So, is all of your stuff packed up?” Sierra asked her as she packed up all her shoes.
Kristy twirled her hair attempting to avoid the question. She didn’t want to tell her friend that she hadn’t got started packing. All she can come up was “Uh… sort of.”
“How many shoes can fit in the box?” she asked again.
Sierra laughed at Kristy’s question.
Sierra’s mother, Susan knocked on the bedroom door and came inside.
“Hi, girls?”
“Hey, mom,” Sierra answered.
“Hey, Mrs. Jennings,” Kristy added.
Susan’s emotions on her middle daughter moving out of the Jennings household were bittersweet. She was happy that Sierra was going to move into her own place with Kristy. But she was also sad that her second daughter moving out. This happened with her oldest daughter, and in four years, she’ll be able to go through this with her youngest daughter, Leslie.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Sierra got up from the floor and comforted her mother.
“Oh, Sierra. I’m just going through a lot. Your sister’s engaged, you’re moving into your own place with Kristy, your other sister is entering her teen stage.”
Susan felt like life was moving at warp speed. Having her first daughter engaged to be married while she’s still in college; her second daughter was moving out and starting college; and her youngest daughter traded her tea party play set for Maybelline make-up set.
“Oh, I forgot. Do you girls need to take a break? Because I got pancakes on the table.”
The girls finally took a break packing and raced the kitchen table for pancakes. Sierra’s job was to butter the pancakes.
It was a beautiful sunny September in Silver Hills. The month of back to school. School busses passing through the neighborhood, and teenage girls dressed so trendy strutting their stuff on the sidewalk for school.
“Sierra, look!” Kristy called out. Sierra dropped the butter knife on the glass table to check out what Kristy was looking at. The two girls glanced at four girls in stylish clothes.
“Look at those girls, dressing like they’re from Sex and the City.”
“I know,” Kristy agreed. The girls laughed.
“That used to be us, along with Silver Hills High’s two best dressed girls.”
“Hey, you should be happy that they’re pursuing their careers.”
The girls went through two months of change in their lives as their high school careers ended in graduation. Their two friends Alicia and Nikki had moved away to pursue different careers in their lives. Alicia moved to Los Angeles to kick start her singing and dancing career; and Nikki moved to New York to start her internship at Poise magazine and attend Fashion Institute of Technology.
Although Sierra and Kristy were happy for their friends pursuing their dreams, they do miss them. They miss Nikki taking about celebrity gossip nonstop, her girly outfits she wore all the time, and the jewelry and headwear she wore. They also miss Alicia and the crazy drama she endure with her boyfriend, Ryan Frankel, his ex-girlfriend, Alexa Andrews, and Alicia’s ex-boyfriend, Derek Gibson.
Sierra and Kristy missed the dynamic bond they have with Alicia and Nikki. They felt like without them, things weren’t the same. Kristy asked Sierra a question just after they bid farewell to their two best friends, about how she and Sierra were going to get through two years of community college with Alicia and Nikki.
  As Kristy helped Sierra butter the pancakes (including two cinnamon pancakes, which was Sierra’s favorite), Sierra’s mother was mixing egg yolks on the granite kitchen counter to make scrambled eggs. Sierra’s father, Samuel and his fiancée Joy Thornton came by for breakfast.
“Hello, ex-wife!” he called out at the sizzle bacon sound.
“Hey, Sam!”
“Hey, dad,” Sierra called calmly.
Sierra was used to Joy Thornton. She was a sleek, slender brown-eyed blonde her dad knew from his job as reporter from the Silver Hills Gazette, a local newspaper.
Sierra’s little sister, Leslie came by in a tiny white tank that show her lower abs by two inches, denim jeans and blue flip-flops.
“Making a new fashion trend, little sis,” Sierra asked as she finished buttering the last pancake. Kristy looked surprised that Sierra’s own kid sister would trade her small light-blue cardigan wearing outfits for tiny tank tops. She thought is Leslie trying to be the brunette Nikki Merrick?
“What are you wearing?” Leslie’s father asked with his fists on his hips.
“Clothes?”
“I know you’re wearing clothes, Leslie. I meant why aren’t you wearing a long-enough shirt?”
“Dad! Please don’t embarrass me. Gia and Macy are coming over. Samuel could believe that two of his daughters are having friends over while they’re having breakfast.
“Who are Macy and Gia?” He asked.
“They are two of the most popular girls in school. If they like me, I’ll get to sit at the cool table in the cafeteria.”
“Kristy, what’s your excuse?” Samuel asked again.
“Kristy’s is helping Sierra with the packing.”
Sierra walked to the cabinets and pulled out six plates for the pancakes, scrambled eggs, and Bacon.
She put the stack of six plates down on the table just as the third set of pancakes were finished cooking.
“Let me help with setting the table,” Kristy volunteered. Since the two were going to be living together for the next two years of their community college career, the girls worked together to set up the breakfast table.
“Sierra, I need you to scramble the eggs,” Mrs. Jennings called out. She was too busy flipping the pancakes.
“Don’t worry, Si. I’ll take care of the table,” Kristy told her.
“Coming Mom.”
Sierra pulled out a mixer from the cooking cabinet, plugged it in, and began mixing the eggs.
Sierra looked cute that morning, in her floral print and polka dot tie-front denim sleeveless shirt, pink shorts, and