When The Baby-Sitters Club gets into a huge fight, Mary Ann is left to her own devices. She has to eat by herself in the school cafeteria, figure out how to make new friends, and deal with her overprotective father. But the worst happens when she fi...
I've never had a fight like that before . . . especially with my friends. I walked home alone. And, like usual, the house was empty.
"Dad? . . .hello?" I ask once inside.
Since I had nothing else better to do, I decided to start dinner.
I get the leftover pot roast from my fridge, I slam the door shut. Then I take it to the oven to reheat, I bang the oven shut.
Once dad was home, he greeted me in my room. "Hello, Mary Anne. I'm home . . . Is dinner started?"
I turn around and see my dad take off his scarf.
"Hi, Dad. Yes." I reply.
Starting down the stairs, I say,"I'm heating up the leftover pot roast."
"That's fine. Let's just toss a salad, too. That will make a nice dinner." Dad says. ______________________________________________ ". . .and please watch over our dear Alma. Amen." Dad said during dinner.
"Amen." I say.
Alma is my mother. Dad blesses her at every meal, as far as I know.
"Well, how was your day, Mary Anne?" He asks.
"Fine." I reply. "I got a 99 on my spelling test. It was--."
"Mary Anne, please don't talk with your mouth full." He said cutting me off.
"Sorry," I say and swallow my food. "I got this highest score in the class."
Picking up a glass of orange juice, dad says,"that's wonderful. I'm very proud of you. Your studying paid off. Did you . . .have a meeting of your club this afternoon?"
I look down at my plate. "Yes."
"What went on? Anything special?" Dad questions.
"...No..." I say sadly.
There was no way I was going to tell him about our big fight.
"Well...my case went very well today. I feel certain we're going to win." He speaks again holding up his fork judge-like.
"...That's great, Dad," I said slumping into my chair and stirring my pot roast with my fork.
Soon, I was able to escape our awkward conversation for the solace of my bedroom.
But I just couldn't concentrate on my homework.
I wish I hadn't said all those things to my friends...
But they said mean things about ME, too.
I guess Claudia didn't say anything mean to me specifically . . . may I could call her. I get out from my room and walk towards our house phone.
As I pick it up, I stutter. Then again, I'd have to tell Dad what was going on, since this isn't related...
Before bed, I lay on my bed and stare at the wall. Pink filled my eyes. No wonder Stacey thinks I'm a baby. Just think of my room, it hasn't changed since I was two year old!
If I could take down Humpty Dumpty and mother goose, maybe I'd . . . huh? I noticed Kristy walking about her room.
Kristy! That's when I rush to my dresser and snatch open my drawer. I fumble back to the window with a flashlight and flash "I'm Sorry" then I put the flashlight down "Kristy? I'm really sorry".
Kristy then pulled down her blinds, making them shutter. I wipe my eyes and began to weep. That was when I realized just how angry Kristy really was.
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