Oh, wow, am I here or not??!! Hmmmm? Gees people, I didn't mean to take so long, honestly I didn't!
Hey, Someone, (who likes my story! I feel so honored!) yes, my siblings really
do all that stuff. Their mission in
life is to seek out and destroy every intact article of ANY value. :-) Wait a minute, I meant :-(.
Now then, to
get to the "BSC fic basher(s)": This is
going to be fun, and a special thanks for providing my laugh for the day:
Ahem. We would like to express our opinion of this story in the most strong language possible. HOWEVER, AS this is a family site, this is not an option available to us. NEVERTHELESS, we would like to say that we sincerely hope this is not meant to be a serious "drama" story as we both found it very boring and senseless.
My dearest imbecile(s), please look up. Do you see how the genre is "general?" If I had meant it to be a drama story, it would
have been up there!
We are both huge fans of the Babysitters Club stories and both own a complete collection of all the books.
Now, THAT is a dumb thing to blow your allowance
on. *Shouting, so her friend can
hear* DID YOU CATCH THAT? BSC BOOKS! NOT BARRY MANILOW RECORDS!
We also both have the Movie
Ahem. (To
echo your earlier sentiment) I would
like to point out that movie should not be capitalized. And since you don't claim to be Claudia…
and
the entire television series recorded on video and audio cassette. In addition
to this, we are both founding members of................THE BABYSITTERS
CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES! That's RIGHT! It is I, Kristy and I, Dawn!
Hello? Dawn
was not a founding member. She came in
later, remember?
Yes, and we would like to remind you to think twice before trifling with us again.
Okay, now I'm scared. *Mock shaking commences*
Especially our friend Stacey. YOU DON'T KNOW HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is an extremely sensitive person who is deeply hurt by your vicious, that's right, vicious and heartless portrayal of her character! . We would like to remind you that this is a REAL person with REAL feelings and we will be sending YOU, yes, YOU,
Excuse my ignorance, but why do you keep repeating words? Do you think I can't catch the first time? You're wrong.
the bills for her intense counseling sessions. Thank you.
You're welcome, though I can't imagine what for.
- BSC ( fanfic ) bashers ()
Anyway, you have inspired me to post the chapter
that I wrote about a month ago.
I rolled my eyes, hit my forehead, winced, and went up the stairs in search of the baby. Determining that she wasn't there, I went back down, and found Kaye carrying a screaming baby out of her room, and plunking her none-to-gently into a chair. "You—dumb—kid—stay—out—of—my—room!" she told Joy, in no uncertain terms. "If—you—break—one—more—thing—I—will—I'll—I'll—do—something—desperate!"
Dreading the worst, I risked a glance into Kaye's room. What I saw was… nothing. "Kaye?" I ventured. "What'd Joy do?"
"She
tore the pages out of this book." Kaye
held up the 'ruined' book in exasperation.
I
glanced at it. "Kaye, those can be
taped back together," I said reasonably.
"The
book today and the cat I got at Rebecca's birthday party tomorrow," Kaye
replied.
The
cat she had gotten at Rebecca's party? Whatever.
But
I didn't have to ask, as from upstairs I heard a thud.
Straining
to catch any sound from upstairs, I heard exactly what I didn't want to: "Uh-oh Joseph, you broke it. Don't step in it, you'll cut your feet. You'll cut your feet, I said! Get away from there!"
Kaye
and I looked at each other, and took off upstairs.
Kaye
headed for a room at the very end of the hall, and cringed. "Oh no. They broke Mom's antique vase. I can't believe this, I can't."
I looked at the shards of glass on the carpet, and shook my head. There was no way at all that those bits of glass would be fixable. I brushed the hair out of my eyes. "Um, people, where's the vacuum?" I asked, picking up the larger pieces. Celeste walked out the room, and came back with a vacuum.
"Here," she said, pushing it in my direction.
"Thanks," I replied. I looked around for an electric outlet, and plugged in the vacuum.
Several minutes later, when the room had no more broken glass on the ground, I led everyone back to the computer room. Sitting everyone down at a computer, I said, "Okay, do something, but don't leave this room."
After about a half-hour of blessed quiet, Jacob wanted to know, "Will you come back and baby-sit for us again?"
I started to answer, but was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. I have never related to the saying 'saved by the bell' so very much as I did then.
"MOM'S
HOME!" Joseph screamed.
"Stampede,"
Kaye muttered. And, indeed, that was
what it sounded like.
I
dragged myself to the door. "Hi Mrs.
Smith," I said.
"Hi
Stacey. Were they good for you?"
There
was no polite answer to that. But Kaye
spoke up. "Mom, they were even worse
than normal."
"Um,"
I added.
Boring
ending? Oh yes. Boring CHAPTER? Duh. So what was the
point? I really and honestly couldn't
tell you. Guess.
I
am sorry that this chapter was sort of hurried. It being the last chapter, I should have worked on it harder, but
oh well.
Okay. Just to finish in a finished way, let me
assure you of several things. One,
Stacey did tell that the vase was broken. Two, Mrs. Smith didn't make her pay for it. Three, Stacey got her pay, which she well deserved.