Disclaimer: I do not own the characters presented here, which is owned by Ann M. Martin. The names are real, but the problems are made up.
Reference: The Baby-Sitters Club has dismembered, and everybody is in high-school, but still remain close friends. A lot of the people introduced into this story, are made up.
Life's many problems:
I was really getting sick of the blond bimbo. How Mary-Anne lived with her, I had no idea. To go from one type of person to another type of person in one summer, was beyond me. Dawn Schaffer really had some nerve.
"Ugh, hi,"
I remembered the way she spoke to me about a half-minute ago, and I was not pleased with the way that she hailed me. If she had wanted to speak to me like that, then she did not have to speak to me at all. Acting as though she did not know me, and then walking off after just saying hi. What the hell was her deal? I could not 'wait' for Mary Anne to show up, to ask her about it. Seems she got more than a tan this time, while visiting her father in California. Walking around with that mini-skirt and that Dolce and Gabbana purse- whatever. I can get Watson to buy me a purse like that and wear it around if I had wanted to- big deal! But- I am going to stop worrying about it, because it is not as though I care.
As I was picking up my extra-heavy back-pack, I did notice though, that my palms were sweaty and my heart was beating a bit faster than usual. Ugh- I hate you, Dawn Schaffer, for making me feel like this on the first day of grade ten! How did you ever become so materialistic, anyway?
I scanned the crowded halls busily, for Mary-Anne. I wanted to be able to vent to her, about my recent encounter with her step-sister the brat. Where was she, anyway? We had planned to meet here in front of Room AC105 and catch up with everybody else together, but maybe she was around here chatting with somebody else, anyway.
"Kristi!" I turned around, and saw my friend Abby Stevenson coming towards me. 'Ahhhhh- a familiar face!' Now I don't have to look like such a dork, standing here by myself.
"What's up?" I asked her, and immediately think to myself: 'Hot mess!' Her bag was falling down off of her shoulder. Her red knitted sweater, which was very cute, by the way, looked as though she needed somebody to help her to put it on properly, and one of the straps on her slippers was falling off. 'Where was her twin, and did she not care about the way that her sister was looking?'
She almost swung her bag out of her hand, when she opened her arms to give me a hug.
"Uh, uh, hi," I pet the top of her head, as though petting an animal at the zoo. Why is Abby Stevenson acting as though she needs love? I'm not the huggy-kissy type of person, and for her to do that was just awkward to me: "Err, what's up with you?" I asked her nervously, when she let me go.
"I-" She had opened her mouth to speak, but as she did, I had noticed a clear substance coming from her nose and she bent her head down, to rummage in her bag for tissues, I had supposed. I felt badly for her. She would have to deal with her many allergies until kingdom come! She embarrassedly got closer to me to blow her nose, and I wanted to move further away from her, but I did not. She also sneezed once before having to blow her nose some more. I would have blessed her, but Dawn Schaffer had me feeling less than nice. Plus, she and Dawn were close, so when Dawn had shared with her that she was changing, then maybe Abby would change as well, and she could get away from me now, with that type of attitude.
Thinking of the way that Dawn acted had pissed me off once again. Did she really think that she would be running the school this year? And leave me standing as though I were a little commoner? My name is Kristy Thomas, and I did not take lowness from anybody. The thought of Dawn's very close friend Abby standing on the side of me started to disgust me, and I rolled by eyes at her blowing, and turned away from her.
"Kristi," She came up behind me, smiling, and had looked just slightly confused at me: "it's so great to see you!"
I become very impatient with her, and subtly glared in her direction.
The snort that she had gave next, to clear her sinuses totally disgusted me. I had started to hate the girl, and she had not even done anything- yet. When she caught up with Dawn, though, I knew that it would be a different story.
When I did not answer Abby, her face kind of dropped: "I called for you yesterday, and you weren't there, and I could not call back,"
"O- really," I commented, kind of coldly.
Abby clearly becomes frustrated, and her eyes water: "My sister was being sooo mean to me this morning, and we got into an argument, and I just- ugh!"
It was apparent that she did not know what to say, and was looking for a sympathetic ear. I wanted to be nice, but my fighter spirit would not let me.
I give her a look as though I was slightly concerned.
"We're in the same homeroom this time, friend!" She then told me, excitedly. She was now very obviously rambling, because she was confused about my attitude: "And that is what I had called you to tell you last night, Ms. Rude,"
Abby finally spoke up about my silence. She wanted me to comment on her calling me rude, so that she could see what I was all about this-morning. Instead of telling her, I decided to give her a hard time, because I was feeling mean.
"Rude?! Who are you calling rude?" I demanded of her.
Abby blushed a deep red that I have never seen before. She wanted me to ask her why I felt that she was rude, and I did not, and I felt as though that threw her off course.
"I'm not rude, buddy. If I were, I could have told you an abundance of rude things this morning, but I did not. Don't call me rude, because you-"
"Kristi! Kristi! Kristi!" She stopped me, looking completely hurt and desperate: "I did not want to offend you. I was only teasing," Then she looked at me genuinely: "We are friends. If I did something over the summer to hurt you, please refresh my memory. I can guarantee you with all of my heart, that it was not done on purpose,"
There she went again, getting mushy. I refused to believe her bull crap.
"Nothing Abby! Gosh!" I rolled my eyes as I said it.
"Well, this person here, with nothing bothering there, is totally treating me badly. The Kristi Thomas that I know would not act like this, if something were not on their mind," Abby had folded her arms, and was telling me about my own self matter-of-factly.
I wanted to answer her and be nice, but she had given me a look as though she were irritated at me as well. So I got offended and just stood around, playing with my bag strap. This girl must think she rules the world because she and her twin dyed their hair blond, I thought to myself superiorly and illogically.
"Um, Kristy, I don't think that I deserve to be treated this way, by you," Abby had gotten even more serious.
At that moment I was glad that her twin had upset her, and argued with her. The girl was really getting out of control! She was not better than me, and she had better stop acting like it!
Where 'was' Mary Anne? I thought to myself, becoming truly disturbed, and not looking at Abby, but looking out for Mary Anne.
Abby just stood there looking at me and sniffling as though she was getting ready to cry.
Why was she acting like a lost and confused puppy?
It seemed as though her twin coming around the corner, had sent her over the edge, and she had begun to cry.
"My baby!" Anna became quite dramatic, and went right over to Abby, to give her a hug.
"Everybody's being mean to me, today," She complained through her tears.
I felt as though she was acting too much like a baby and I walk away from both of them and the dramatics. I looked back once to see if they noticed me walking away, but only caught Anna watching me with a confused look.
When I caught her, she had quickly looked away.
'Where is Mary-Anne?' I asked myself again. Anna was also on my Bad List now, right under Dawn's name. She made me feel badly when she looked away like that, as though I weren't even worth it to ask what was going on.
I shook my head disgustedly. 'What was going on with me?' It was as though Dawn had made me a crazy person!