Baby-Sitters Club belongs to Ann M. Martin
It was a very quiet Saturday afternoon. My dad, the lawyer, had jury duty from one to three p.m. My stepmom, Sharon Schafer took her parents out for a movie and dinner. My stepsister, Dawn was watching the Barretts from one to five p.m. My adopted brother, Carlos had a basketball game until around three pm. I had my cat, Tigger with me.
I'm Mary Anne Spier I'm 13 and a resident of Stoneybrook, CT. I'm an eighth grader at Stoneybrook Middle School. My dad raised me after my mother died many years ago of cancer. I hardly remember her.
Uncle Ed called and asked for Sharon, but I told him she can't come to the phone right now and added I'll have her to call him back.
At three p.m., the mail truck came by. After it left, I got the mail and went to the table. Seeing a few bills for both Dad and Sharon, I put them in a separate pile. Then I saw an AD with my name on it—sweet! I brought it up to my room. In my room, I was reading through the AD to see if it there's anything interesting. Then I saw a headline that said help wanted: Volunteers were needed at the local church. If interested, call Linda Hall. I circled the name and number.
"I'm home!" a voice was heard.
I came out of my room and noticed Carlos standing in the hallway.
"Hi, Carlos, how was your game?" I asked.
"Awesome. We won twenty-eight to twenty," replied Carlos happily.
"Terrific!" I exclaimed in my excited voice.
"Thanks," smiled Carlos.
Then Dad came home.
"Hi, the mail's on the table for you, Dad," I said.
"Thank you, honey," replied Dad.
"How did jury duty go?" I asked.
"The murderer, who killed his parents and brother, will be locked up for life. No bail," said Dad.
"He deserves it," said Carlos as I agreed.
Sharon came home twenty minutes later.
"Hi, Sharon, Uncle Ed called earlier and asked for you. He wants you to call him back," I said.
"Okay. Thanks for telling me," smiled Sharon as she went upstairs to change out of her work clothes.
"We'll be going out for dinner tonight," said Dad.
"I'm going to call Ed first," said Sharon.
"No rush," said Dad.
Then, I told Dad about volunteering at a church.
"I would like to start doing that," I said.
"Okay," said Dad.
"I'm going to call Linda Hall when I get a chance. I'll call her tomorrow," I said.
