The Baby-Sitters Club and the Fic of Clichés: Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: The universe in which this fic all belongs to Ann M. Martin. I own nothing.
The house that stood at 58 Bradford Court hadn't felt the footsteps of the Baby-Sitters Club in a long time. Claudia and Janine have both moved out, leaving Mr and Mrs Kishi the only residents in their two storey home. For a few years, though they missed their girls, they appreciated the quiet and peace of each other's company, but now they felt ready to move on. They had discovered a small, two-bedroom house on the outskirts of Stoneybrook for sale which they thought was perfect. After much consultation with their accountant and discussion with their daughters, they decided to put an offer on the house. Two weeks later, the house was theirs.
When Claudia was told about her parents plans to move into their new home six weeks after the last papers had been signed, she sighed. She understood that their parents no longer needed such a large house when it was just the two of them and she also knew that neither her or Janine had any plans to move back to Stoneybrook. Claudia, after graduating art school four years ago, had a career as a designer for Pershall, a large company that designed and sold their own clothes. She lived in Chicago in her own studio, where unfinished designs lay scattered on large tables. Most of her work she did while she was at work and had access to the wide range of materials and dressmakers' dummies, but she often had to finish off drawings at home due to her habit of doing more than she needed to. She loved her new hectic life, full of art and people and colour.
Still, Claudia felt saddened by her parents' decision. Her childhood home would soon be inhabited by strangers. The bathroom that she'd once used as a darkroom, the dining room where so many family meals and discussions were held, her room which she had decorated and redecorated countless times... Her room. Her room where her best friends would meet three times a week and have meetings about baby sitting and clients and organised fun events for the kids they sat for. Claudia's mind wandered to seventh grade and eighth grade and what used to be known as the BSC. She was suddenly struck with an idea worthy of Kristy.
Taking one last glance at her unfinished designs, Claudia drew a deep breath. This was more important. She went to her bedside table and rummaged through the drawer until she found her address book. With that, she started dialling.
DISCLAIMER: The universe in which this fic all belongs to Ann M. Martin. I own nothing.
The house that stood at 58 Bradford Court hadn't felt the footsteps of the Baby-Sitters Club in a long time. Claudia and Janine have both moved out, leaving Mr and Mrs Kishi the only residents in their two storey home. For a few years, though they missed their girls, they appreciated the quiet and peace of each other's company, but now they felt ready to move on. They had discovered a small, two-bedroom house on the outskirts of Stoneybrook for sale which they thought was perfect. After much consultation with their accountant and discussion with their daughters, they decided to put an offer on the house. Two weeks later, the house was theirs.
When Claudia was told about her parents plans to move into their new home six weeks after the last papers had been signed, she sighed. She understood that their parents no longer needed such a large house when it was just the two of them and she also knew that neither her or Janine had any plans to move back to Stoneybrook. Claudia, after graduating art school four years ago, had a career as a designer for Pershall, a large company that designed and sold their own clothes. She lived in Chicago in her own studio, where unfinished designs lay scattered on large tables. Most of her work she did while she was at work and had access to the wide range of materials and dressmakers' dummies, but she often had to finish off drawings at home due to her habit of doing more than she needed to. She loved her new hectic life, full of art and people and colour.
Still, Claudia felt saddened by her parents' decision. Her childhood home would soon be inhabited by strangers. The bathroom that she'd once used as a darkroom, the dining room where so many family meals and discussions were held, her room which she had decorated and redecorated countless times... Her room. Her room where her best friends would meet three times a week and have meetings about baby sitting and clients and organised fun events for the kids they sat for. Claudia's mind wandered to seventh grade and eighth grade and what used to be known as the BSC. She was suddenly struck with an idea worthy of Kristy.
Taking one last glance at her unfinished designs, Claudia drew a deep breath. This was more important. She went to her bedside table and rummaged through the drawer until she found her address book. With that, she started dialling.