The Baby-Sitters Club belongs to Ann M. Martin
I was at school while my teacher preparing us to take short takes tomorrow. I'm doing career short takes. That sounded exciting because it would help us to get a career of our dreams during college. I was so excited! I was doing a book report for English. It was due tomorrow.
I'm Mary Anne Spier. I'm 14 and a ninth grader at Stoneybrook High School. Dad is away in Chicago for two weeks. He just left yesterday morning. It's for a business trip. Plus, Sharon has been working until between 8:00 or 9:30 pm for the next two weeks.
The next day, at school, I passed in my book report on my way to my homeroom where we have to go before the short takes starts.
"Thank you," said the teacher.
"I decided to get it done last night in case I get too busy during career short takes," I said.
"I don't blame you," said the teacher.
Then, I went to the homeroom. We didn't wait too long when the bell rang and we went to the career short takes. Meredith is in it with me. Bad news is that her group is in the same short takes. Kayla and her twin, Kaylee, have sewing. Some of my friends have a different short takes, too.
Our teacher, Mr. Patterson is very nice. From what I hear, he doesn't stand for rough kids. Good. He'd fix them.
"For this class, you will get some careers for extra credit. I'll pass around the list of careers and you can choose the career. We'll set up an interview here during class time. You may choose more than one career until you get hired. Also, you will get paid. When the class is over, you may have an option to keep the jobs for as long as you like," said the teacher. "Plus, there is no homework or tests."
That was when he passed the list around. I started to think between a sewing shop around here or an adoption center in Stamford. It was tough because I like sewing. I couldn't decide, but I finally picked the adoption center. I'd help the women to find an adoptive couple for their unborn child for any reason like finishing education, which is the number one reason that a woman chooses adoption, and so on. I can help a teenagers who are 18 or older to find their birth families. I know what that's like because a friend of mine, Muriel, who's mom, Cindy, works with my dad, is due anytime soon now to give her child up for adoption. That's why I decided for go it. I supported their decision like a good friend does.
Later, I learned the managers will be here tomorrow to interview. More than one student applied the same job as me, which are Cokie and Cece. I could imagine if I get chosen and they didn't. If they get jealous, I'd ignore that.