The Baby-Sitters Club belongs to Ann M. Martin
We were in the auditorium during study hall because we were about to hear the big news
"We're going to Paris, France for two weeks," announced the principal. "It's for the French class."
"Wow," I said.
"That sounds like fun," said Kristy.
"I know," said Stacey.
"We'll be leaving a few weeks, so you'll be going home with permission slips today from your French teacher," said the principal.
I'm Mary Anne Spier and I'm 14. I'm a ninth grader at Stoneybrook High School. This would be great for me.
"I would love to go," said Kayla.
"I know," said Kaylee.
After school, Dawn and I came home with our permission slips. Carlos couldn't find the time to go because of his baseball games. Meredith decided to come to Paris with us. She loved it when she went there with a friend. She wanted to go back there.
Later, when she told that to Carlos, he understood. That was a surprise because he acts jealous.
"I can't wait to go back there. I loved that place," said Meredith.
"Will you have time to watch me practice and attend my games?" asked Carlos.
"Yes, it's only for two weeks," said Meredith.
I'm glad they're doing that as a compromise and work things out instead of getting me being stuck in the middle like they always did. Meredith and her best friend, Cassandra, go to the games every now and then.
That night, Dad already signed permission slips. Sharon was away on a business for her job.
At nine pm, I got comfy. Meredith came in at that time and we talked. She was glad that Carlos understood.
"Cassie is going through a tough time. Her dad just died from an illness," said Meredith. "I liked her father a lot. His funeral was private."
"I think going to Paris would be good for her," I said.
"Me, too," said Meredith.