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Babysitter's Little Sister related.
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Summary: Karen is now in eighth grade. Everything is rapidly changing around her...will she survive?
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"Not on speaking terms, I presume," said Nancy, taking a swig of lemonade. She was unusually nonchalant.
"Speaking terms? We're not even on /looking/ terms." I took an experimental sip of my lemonade. The overly-sweet taste massacres my taste buds. Elizabeth has a terrible habit of using too much sugar. I didn't pick up the Dixie cup again.
I looked at Hannie's house from the porch. It had an eerie feel of emptiness, yet it was so alive. I've had several urges to take David Michael's old baseball bat and smash the glaring windows. I told Nancy this.
"Aren't you being dramatic? I mean, she's hanging out with Leslie, so what?" Nancy picked at her cuticles. She said it meanly, but I knew she didn't mean it. I could tell she was troubled.
"Okay Nancy; who, what, when, where, why, and how?"
She stopped picking at her cuticles. She opened her mouth to say something.something inaudible.
"What?" I asked. I was probably a bit irritable.
She turned towards me, seeming to look through me.
"He rejected me, Karen! I'm a reject!" Nancy bit her lip and turned away.
I must've looked dumbfounded, because she continued.
"Chris. He rejected me. He doesn't like me." She mumbled.
I felt weird. It was like, I should be comforting her, yet I couldn't bring myself to.
"Um.why?"
"He likes someone else."
She was making little sense at that point.
"Who?"
After a small pause, she answered.
"Audrey Green."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Audrey Green was one of those desperate phonies, the kind who who need to be seen with a group or suffer from exile. She was a leech, the same girl who wanted to be my clone in second grade. To be honest, she was pretty creepy. Nancy must've heard my silent giggle.
"What's so funny? Is this funny to you?"
"No, no, I was just thinking.Look, Nancy, if Chris is dumb enough to go for some crazy tomato like Audrey, then it's best you forget him. Really."
Nancy became red in the face. Her red hair contrasted.
"That's easy for you to say, you have Rick."
I suddenly became confused. What does that have to do with anything?
"What?"
"You heard me. You have Rick. It's easy for you to say because you have a boyfriend. You don't have to worry about rejection."
"You'll get a boyfriend.soon."
"Soon? Soon isn't good enough Karen."
Before I had a chance to open my mouth, she began a fierce tirade.
"Not once in my life has a guy even dropped a hint that he liked me, so I thought I had a chance with Chris. Well, when I gave him that note I slaved over for, what, a week, he looked at me like my brain had just oozed out of my nose! An-and then he broke it to me oh-so-gently!-
She distorted her face in a mocking expression and mimicked Chris.
"Well, geeeee Nancy, you're a great girl and everything, but I already like someone else!"
Then she rose from the porch chair and started doing a saunter that was remarkably similar to Audrey's.
"Audreeey Greeen!"
She sat down, looking starkraven mad. It was pretty scary considering she was usually level-headed. I looked back at Hannie's house. I tried to imagine Hannie and Leslie gossiping over toe-nail painting, probably with some stupid color called "Funkalicious Booty Pink" or "Like Totally Awesome Razzle Dazzle Funky Monkey Red Sparkle". I shuddered.
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I woke up to hear a tapping on my window. At first I figured it was part of my imagination, but I heard it again. I murmured expletives to myself and sleepily half-walked to my window. Bespectacled and adjusted, my eyes focused on the intruder. Ricky? I quietly opened my window.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I whispered harshly. "You probably woke Andrew or Emily Michelle up!"
Ricky looked somewhat taken aback. "Well, lovely to see you too. Aren't you gonna let me in?"
I grunted and let Ricky into my bedroom. I sat on my bed, somewhat embarassed that he was seeing me like this. Worn nightgown, messy hair, and probably some sleep in my eyes. I looked over at my digital clock. It read 2:34 A.M. Ricky sits by me. He smelled faintly of cigarettes.
"You know, if my dad knew you were here, he'd blow a capillary or, I dunno, a zillion!" I whispered again, kind of angry at the disturbance.
"C'mon Kare, aren't you even a little glad to see me?"
"It's not a matter of gladness."
"Look, the reason I came is because, well.
He paused momentarily.
"I miss you."
"You.what?"
"I miss you. We never go out or anything anymore. You've become a hermit."
"A.hermit?"
"Yeah, Hannie said you got pissed for no reason and walked out on her the other day."
"She said that, huh?"
"Well, yeah, and Bobby got in a fight with Scott."
"What for?"
"He, Bobby, called Hannie a lying bitch, and Scott swung it at him."
"Where were you when this event took place?"
"I was lighting a smoke in the boy's bathroom."
"Oh. Um.was it a bad fight?"
"They were both pretty scratched up and had a couple of bruises, Bobby even got a shiner, but some guy came by and broke it up before it got real bad."
He held me close to him. His warmth felt foreign.
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Yeah, yeah, you're probably all "MAKE KAREN GO TO FRIGGIN' SCHOOL ALREADY!". Don't worry (you probably aren't), she'll be going to school next chapter.
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Summary: Karen is now in eighth grade. Everything is rapidly changing around her...will she survive?
***
"Not on speaking terms, I presume," said Nancy, taking a swig of lemonade. She was unusually nonchalant.
"Speaking terms? We're not even on /looking/ terms." I took an experimental sip of my lemonade. The overly-sweet taste massacres my taste buds. Elizabeth has a terrible habit of using too much sugar. I didn't pick up the Dixie cup again.
I looked at Hannie's house from the porch. It had an eerie feel of emptiness, yet it was so alive. I've had several urges to take David Michael's old baseball bat and smash the glaring windows. I told Nancy this.
"Aren't you being dramatic? I mean, she's hanging out with Leslie, so what?" Nancy picked at her cuticles. She said it meanly, but I knew she didn't mean it. I could tell she was troubled.
"Okay Nancy; who, what, when, where, why, and how?"
She stopped picking at her cuticles. She opened her mouth to say something.something inaudible.
"What?" I asked. I was probably a bit irritable.
She turned towards me, seeming to look through me.
"He rejected me, Karen! I'm a reject!" Nancy bit her lip and turned away.
I must've looked dumbfounded, because she continued.
"Chris. He rejected me. He doesn't like me." She mumbled.
I felt weird. It was like, I should be comforting her, yet I couldn't bring myself to.
"Um.why?"
"He likes someone else."
She was making little sense at that point.
"Who?"
After a small pause, she answered.
"Audrey Green."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Audrey Green was one of those desperate phonies, the kind who who need to be seen with a group or suffer from exile. She was a leech, the same girl who wanted to be my clone in second grade. To be honest, she was pretty creepy. Nancy must've heard my silent giggle.
"What's so funny? Is this funny to you?"
"No, no, I was just thinking.Look, Nancy, if Chris is dumb enough to go for some crazy tomato like Audrey, then it's best you forget him. Really."
Nancy became red in the face. Her red hair contrasted.
"That's easy for you to say, you have Rick."
I suddenly became confused. What does that have to do with anything?
"What?"
"You heard me. You have Rick. It's easy for you to say because you have a boyfriend. You don't have to worry about rejection."
"You'll get a boyfriend.soon."
"Soon? Soon isn't good enough Karen."
Before I had a chance to open my mouth, she began a fierce tirade.
"Not once in my life has a guy even dropped a hint that he liked me, so I thought I had a chance with Chris. Well, when I gave him that note I slaved over for, what, a week, he looked at me like my brain had just oozed out of my nose! An-and then he broke it to me oh-so-gently!-
She distorted her face in a mocking expression and mimicked Chris.
"Well, geeeee Nancy, you're a great girl and everything, but I already like someone else!"
Then she rose from the porch chair and started doing a saunter that was remarkably similar to Audrey's.
"Audreeey Greeen!"
She sat down, looking starkraven mad. It was pretty scary considering she was usually level-headed. I looked back at Hannie's house. I tried to imagine Hannie and Leslie gossiping over toe-nail painting, probably with some stupid color called "Funkalicious Booty Pink" or "Like Totally Awesome Razzle Dazzle Funky Monkey Red Sparkle". I shuddered.
***
I woke up to hear a tapping on my window. At first I figured it was part of my imagination, but I heard it again. I murmured expletives to myself and sleepily half-walked to my window. Bespectacled and adjusted, my eyes focused on the intruder. Ricky? I quietly opened my window.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I whispered harshly. "You probably woke Andrew or Emily Michelle up!"
Ricky looked somewhat taken aback. "Well, lovely to see you too. Aren't you gonna let me in?"
I grunted and let Ricky into my bedroom. I sat on my bed, somewhat embarassed that he was seeing me like this. Worn nightgown, messy hair, and probably some sleep in my eyes. I looked over at my digital clock. It read 2:34 A.M. Ricky sits by me. He smelled faintly of cigarettes.
"You know, if my dad knew you were here, he'd blow a capillary or, I dunno, a zillion!" I whispered again, kind of angry at the disturbance.
"C'mon Kare, aren't you even a little glad to see me?"
"It's not a matter of gladness."
"Look, the reason I came is because, well.
He paused momentarily.
"I miss you."
"You.what?"
"I miss you. We never go out or anything anymore. You've become a hermit."
"A.hermit?"
"Yeah, Hannie said you got pissed for no reason and walked out on her the other day."
"She said that, huh?"
"Well, yeah, and Bobby got in a fight with Scott."
"What for?"
"He, Bobby, called Hannie a lying bitch, and Scott swung it at him."
"Where were you when this event took place?"
"I was lighting a smoke in the boy's bathroom."
"Oh. Um.was it a bad fight?"
"They were both pretty scratched up and had a couple of bruises, Bobby even got a shiner, but some guy came by and broke it up before it got real bad."
He held me close to him. His warmth felt foreign.
***
Yeah, yeah, you're probably all "MAKE KAREN GO TO FRIGGIN' SCHOOL ALREADY!". Don't worry (you probably aren't), she'll be going to school next chapter.