Author's Note: Finally! It's time for that long awaited update you've all been anxious for, yep, I'm finally about to present to you guys, the next chapter, of Nell's Adventures in Babysitting, seeing I'm getting started on writing the chapter at a quarter to nine at night, rather than after 10:00 at night, which has been the case the last few days, making me feel like there wasn't quite enough time to get something up before midnight in my timezone hit. No matter, on the evening of March 8, 2017, I'll finally bring it to you all, and I hope you enjoy! Also, I recently reposted chapter 5, which while it was originally posted on March 1 I believe, while reading it just now, I noticed some spelling errors that I went and fixed, like a word written twice and an extra letter that shouldn't have been there in one of my words that was bugging me, because my screen reader didn't read the word correctly. No matter, those have been fixed and the edited chapter has replaced what was originally there. With that out of the way, let's move on to chapter 6.
Chapter 6, Thursday, Sneaking Off
Nell POV
Dear Journal,
Well, after being awake all night the previous night, I slept like a rock the following night, passing out shortly after eight in the evening and not awakening until the alarm I had set on the clock I found in Mr. and Mrs. Pickles bedroom, went off at half past six the following day. Little did I know that despite sleeping all night, it was Peter's turn to suffer through a night of sleeplessness, as I got downstairs to find him, sitting at the kitchen table, constantly yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning Peter, is everything okay here?" I asked, pouring myself a glass of water from the fridge and taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"Yeah I'm fine, just, been awake much of the night with Sabrina and Tommy." Peter replied in between yawns.
"Well what happened?" I asked, taking a sip of my water.
Peter went on to explain to me that Sabrina was working on a project for school, and needed a set of magic markers, and several sheets of aluminum foil. When he saw it was three in the morning, he gave her the items she needed, and told her she really needed to go back to bed. She agreed and he went back off to bed, but could never get back to sleep.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear this Peter, but that reminds me, I've agreed to take the girls to school, since you've been very nicely taking them all week." I said.
"Thank you, because I could really use a nap." Peter said, letting out another yawn, just as I heard tiny footsteps enter the kitchen.
I turned to the doorway that led into the hall by the stairs, as there are two entrances to the Pickles kitchen, one that comes from the hall near the front door, and another that comes from the living room, I believe it's suppose to be a living room dining room, but Mr. and Mrs. Pickles use the dining room portion of that area as an indoor play place for their kids, and any other kids who they have come over, but just the same, in the doorway by the stairs, stood Sabrina, all dressed for school, and some strange contraption covered in alluminam foil with a face drawn where the head should be in magic marker.
"Morning Nell, morning Peter." Sabrina cheerfully greeted.
"Wow! You sure are excited to be going to school today." I said.
"Sure am, and I'm taking my science project with me to show Tommy's class! By the way, is Tommy well enough to go to preschool today? Today's the day all of the kindergarteners are going to preschool to do an art project and several games with them, and the preschoolers in turn, will get to experience a dose of all-day school, like what will happen when they start kindergarten in another year or two." Sabrina explained.
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten Sabrina. I'll be taking you and your sister to the community center today, with bagged lunches, since the sheet Mrs. Lindaberry and Miss Jill sent home asked us to send you with lunches." I said.
"What about Tommy?" Sabrina asked.
"Remember when you two were awake in the middle of the night? I took Tommy's temperature and he still had a fever? Afraid he has to stay home and miss it." Peter said.
I saw a frown upon the face of my younger sister. I got up from the table and went to give her a hug.
"Now Sabrina, you can help Madeline with the day's activities, and after school, you can come home and tell Tommy all about it." I said.
"Okay. By the way, Madeline didn't want to get up." Sabrina said.
I let out a sigh as I headed up the stairs and saw to getting her out of bed.
"No! I don't wanna go to school!" Madeline wined.
"But Madeline, today is a very special day for you." I reminded her.
"No it's not. I'm going to preschool! I already finished preschool, I don't wanna go there no more!" Madeline screamed, waking up Dil in the next room who started crying.
"Now look what you did, you woke up Dil." I snapped, helping Madeline get into the bathroom and handing her her toothbrush and toothpaste.
"Brush your teeth while I go see about Dil." I said, leaving the bathroom to attend to the crying disturbed two-year-old.
"It's okay Dil, Nell's here." I said, coming over to the toddler bed, where he stood up, his diaper sagging beneath his pajama pants as he came over and started to calm down.
"Let's get you changed." I said, helping him to climb up on to the changing table, and getting him into a fresh diaper.
"Thanks." Dil said.
"Are you ready for breakfast or do you want to go back to sleep?" I asked.
After I changed his diapers and got him some fresh pajamas, since some of the contents of his diapers leaked out on to his pajama pants, he went and crawled back into his bed. I was so busy tied up with taking care of Dil, that I failed to notice that Tommy was missing. Little did I know what I would be faced with later on that day. No matter, I saw him back to bed, helped Madeline get dressed, which luckily by this time, once she was picking out an outfit to wear, she wasn't so fussy anymore, and saw to feeding my sisters their breakfast. I also let Peter know that Dil decided to sleep in this morning, and that he was free to go take a nap, I'd see to calling a cab and getting my sisters off to school. He agreed to take care of Tommy and Dil when they were ready to wake up later, and with those final words, he headed back upstairs to get some sleep. I fixed eggs for me and my three sisters, scrambled for me and Madeline, and a fried egg for Sabrina.
After breakfast, I let the girls play in the living room while I saw to packing their lunches, bologna sandwiches for both of them, and juice boxes of apple juice, called the cab, and soon, we were on our way to school. That's when the aluminam foiled contraption came along, to which Sabrina kept instructing to walk in different directions, including getting into a position on the floor of the cab.
"Wow Sabrina, I never knew you had it in you!" I said.
"Thanks Nell, I call him Tommy, after my boyfriend, and he's voice activated. Peter helped me with that part." Sabrina said.
"No he didn't." Madeline argued, sticking her tongue out at her.
"How do you know? You were asleep." Sabrina argued back.
"That's enough girls, let's calm down and get into the right frame of mind to head off to school." I said, turning my attention to the cab driver, letting him know we'd be heading to the community center.
"No!" Madeline wined, as the building came into view.
"Madeline we already talked about this. You and your class are coming here today to give the preschoolers a taste of kindergarten in their environment." I reminded her, but my little sister wasn't having it, as she started kicking my leg and biting my hand.
"Madeline! Stop it!" I screamed over her loud sobs.
"No!" Madeline cried, as the cab pulled up to the curb near the entrance.
"Is this where you'd like to get out?" The driver asked.
"Yes sir, this will be fine." I said, getting my little sisters out of the car and walking them into the building.
Sabrina was an angel, helping to escort her science experiment, while I dealt with a fussy Madeline all the way to Miss Weamer's classroom.
"Good morning Helen." Mrs. Lindaberry and Miss Jill greeted us when we got there.
Luckily when Madeline saw her teacher, she calmed down and headed into the classroom, where she went and played with some of the toys, while I told Sabrina goodbye, went in and did the same with Madeline, and then spoke to their teachers for a minute, making sure I'd be picking them up here after school in the afternoon.
"Just to clarify, I'll be picking up Sabrina and Madeline here at the community center?" I asked.
"Yes that's correct. The only kids that will be transported back to Doodle Dale Elementary School are those who go to after school daycare programs, as those buses pick up at the elementary school, not here." Mrs. Lindaberry said.
"Okay this is good to know, thank you." I said, waving goodbye and heading outside to wait for the cab, as when I scheduled the cab, I scheduled for one to bring us there, and another to come back fifteen minutes later.
Little did I know what I'd be in for later that morning, as I got home and found Peter awake at the kitchen table, all in a panic, feeding Dil some Reptar Cereal for breakfast.
"What's wrong?" I asked upon walking into the kitchen.
"I can't find Tommy anywhere!" Peter exclaimed.
"I'll gladly help you look." I said, putting my purse down where I had been stashing it for the week and seeing to helping Peter look all over the house.
We called Tommy's name and looked everywhere. Inside the bathtub, under furniture, and every place we could see a three-year-old boy crawling into, but no Tommy anywhere. I was about to call the Police when I walked into the kitchen to find the phone ringing. I ran over to the phone on the wall and picked it up.
"Hello?" I said upon answering the phone.
"Is this the Pickles Residence?" Miss Weamer's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Yes it is, this is Helen O'Mally speaking." I said.
"Yes. Listen, did you send Tommy to school along with Sabrina and Madeline, two of our kindergarten guests?" Miss Weamer asked.
"No, Tommy is home sick, though Peter and I are watching him for the week, and we can't seem to find him around here anywhere." I said.
"Well you should know, he's at school, and he has a very high fever. He's barely conscious, and we need somebody to come pick him up right away." Miss Weamer said.
"Either Peter or myself will be on our way." I said, hanging up the phone, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness we know where he is." I thought to myself, but I was still a bit confused.
How on earth did Tommy get there in the first place? Before I could ponder anything any further, Peter came into the room, at which time, I informed him of the phone call I had just received from Tommy's teacher, and that he was at preschool with a high fever, and we've been asked to come pick him up. I explained that one of us would be there shortly.
"I'll get my limo driver to come take you and I'll stay here with Dil." Peter said.
"Thank you Peter, as while I could get another cab, I'd prefer to have somebody who will wait for me so Tommy and I don't have to wait for a cab to come back and pick us up." I said.
"My thoughts exactly." Peter said, composing a text on his iPhone to his limo driver.
The limo showed up within the next ten minutes and I was off once again to the community center, where I found the kids playing outside. I saw Sabrina playing over on the blacktop area on a chalk drawing of Hopscotch, and she didn't look happy to see me.
"Sabrina, where's Tommy?" I blerted out, not giving my sister a proper greeting, but I didn't really care at that very moment.
"We were flying in outside space, when Captain Tommy crash landed on who knows where, and left his crew behind on Planet Hopscotch." Sabrina said.
I would have found her make believe adventure rather amusing under normal circumstances, but not right then.
"Okay Sabrina, enough with the imaginary play. Where is Tommy?" I asked impatiently.
Sabrina pouted, not looking amused, as she could tell I was pretty angry with her, but then, she told me.
"He's over by the tree in the grass with Chuckie." Sabrina said, pointing over to a tree where Chuckie was sitting beneath it, his back against the trunk and Tommy, resting his head against his shoulder.
I went over to the tree to find that Tommy was barely conscious, and next to Chuckie in the grass was a blue backpack. Thinking it was Tommy's backpack, I picked it up, and got Tommy out of Chuckie's lap.
"Hey! Where are you taking Tommy?" Chuckie asked.
"I'm sorry Chuckie, but I have to take him home." I said.
"But, he needs me!" Chuckie cried, grabbing on to the skirt of my dress.
"Chuckie, let go. Tommy will be better in a few days, but I'm now feeling his forehead and he's really warm." I said, feeling his forehead and noticing this.
Luckily he was asleep in my arms while all of this was going on, but Chuckie went on to tell me how he was running and jumping, trying to imitate a spaceship, when he grew hot and tired and nearly passed out on the pavement. Chuckie drug him over to the tree where they both rested, as even he was feeling tired, and he didn't wish for either one of them to get hurt by other kids running around. I looked over to see Madeline and her friend Reggie playing happily on the swings, and Sabrina had run off to play with some other kids on a huge play structure with slides. As I was about to head to the limo in the parking lot with Tommy in my arms, I overheard Zack talking to a group of toddlers that got me curious.
"I already toldid you guys, he's not dead!" Zack cried.
Curious, I went over to tell him hello and see what was up.
"Who's not dead Zack?" I asked.
Before Zack could even notice I was there and answer my question, I received a tap on the shoulder. I turned around to find that both, Mrs. Lindaberry and Miss Weamer had approached me.
"Oh, Helen, thank goodness you've arrived." Miss Weamer said.
"And I see you found Tommy. Not long after we started circle time and our special guest came to present the story about the blind artist and our art activities before recess time, Tommy came out from beneath some aluminum foil and nearly scared us half to death, while surprising several of the kids." Mrs. Lindaberry explained.
"Come again?" I asked, a bit confused at first, but then it hit me.
The two teachers led me into the classroom while Miss Jill saw to rounding up all of the kids to bring them inside, as recess was nearly over. They showed me what Tommy had been under, and as I took a closer look at the large pieces of foil and the magic marker face on one piece of it, it suddenly hit me what had happened. The teachers went on to tell me that they didn't think much of Tommy showing up, until they saw him collapse on the playground and one of them took his temperature to find he had a fever of one-hundred and one. That's when they called to see if somebody could come pick him up.
"He hasn't had his medicine today, but not to worry, I'll handle this." I said, just as the students filed into the classroom and took seats at little toddler sized tables that were set up all around the classroom.
However, I asked Miss Weamer to keep an eye on Tommy, while I had a word with my little sister Sabrina. She agreed and I did just that.
"Sabrina Marie O'Mally, come with me this instant." I snapped, getting her attention.
I took her off into a deserted bathroom a short ways down the hall, and had a firm word with her. As soon as I closed the door behind me and found nobody in sight, I had a firm word with her.
"What were you thinking?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Nell, I really wanted Tommy to come to school with me, and when Peter tooked his temp and said he couldn't go, we came up with this plan." Sabrina said in between sobs, as she had started crying.
"And you thought you could sneak him off to school as a science project. You thought you could get away with lying, and not only get Tommy in trouble, not to mention, he's sicker thanks to you, but sending a sick child to school can get that child's parents into some serious trouble as well. I don't know what's going to happen, but I surely hope Mr. and Mrs. Pickles don't get in trouble for this." I said.
"I'm sorry." Sabrina said again.
"You need to learn a lesson young lady, as you were quite selfish into manipulating Tommy into doing this. Did he even want to go?" I asked.
"Well, yes and no. He didn't really feel good, but he didn't want me to be sad, so he agreed to the plan." Sabrina said.
"I understand that you have a crush on him, but you should be more concerned about him getting well so he can return to school next week. I'm sorry Sabrina, but I have no choice." I said, coming around from behind her and lifting up the skirt of the pink dress she was wearing that day.
"What are you going to do?" Sabrina asked nervously.
I pulled down her underpants and gave her a good spanking on her bottom, thankful nobody was in sight at that time. She was crying, but I couldn't think of any better punishment, and if I could swear Sabrina to secrecy, then nobody would have to know.
"That hurt!" Sabrina cried when I was finished and pulled her pants back up, letting down the skirt of her dress.
I turned her around and held her face in both of my hands, forcing her to look directly at me.
"You tell nobody about this, you understand? Not Tommy, not Madeline, not anybody. Understand?" I asked in a stirn tone of voice.
"I promise." Sabrina said, sniffling back some tears.
I pulled out a package of tissues from my purse and helped her blow her nose and wipe the tears from her eyes, as I needed her to be all clean of tears when she returned to the classroom. Once she was cleaned up, I escorted her back to the classroom, where they were starting on the next activity, and I collected Tommy and what I thought to be his backpack, and took him to the limo, where we headed back to the house. By the time we got there, Tommy still hadn't awakened so I had Peter help me put him to bed in his room, and once we were downstairs and I saw Dil was busy playing in the living room and watching the Goober Show on TV, Peter and I headed into the kitchen where I filled him in on everything.
"So what are we going to do about Sabrina?" Peter asked when I was done explaining everything.
"Well, she's having to spend the remainder of the day at school without Tommy as her partner on the projects, which I think is a fair enough punishment." I lied, not telling him what her real punishment was before collecting Tommy and leaving the school.
Little did I know what I did would not be kept a secret for long. I then looked into the blue backpack of Tommy's to find a stuffed purple bear, an inhaler, and some of the art projects that had already been done that day.
"Wait a minute, that's WaWa." Peter commented, upon seeing me put the purple bear on the kitchen table.
"Who's WaWa?" I asked.
"Chuckie's favorite toy. His late mother made it for him when he was a tiny baby." Peter explained.
I then looked around for a name tag, and soon discovered that we had Chuckie's backpack.
"Uh oh, looks like we got Chuckie's backpack by mistake." I said.
"And Chuckie's inhaler is in there." Peter added.
"Does Chuckie suffer from Athma?" I asked.
"Not nearly as bad as his father, but yes, he was finally diagnosed with it shortly after his fourth birthday last summer." Peter replied.
"Well somebody needs to get this back to Chuckie, and I've already been there twice today." I said.
"I'll take care of it." Peter said, running off to get dressed and summoning his limo driver to return.
"Thank goodness!" I thought to myself, noticing it was getting nearly close to lunch time.
I saw to fixing Dil some speghatti-o's for lunch, and I got Tommy up long enough to get into him a dose of his antibiotic and to drink some juice, so he wouldn't become dehydrated. After that, he obviously wanted to go back to sleep, so I let him do just that, at which time, Peter had returned, letting me know he got Chuckie's backpack returned to him.
"Did Tommy sneak his backpack out of here this morning by any chance?" I asked.
We both peered over at the hooks on the wall to find his blue Reptar backpack was still there.
"The Reptar backpack is Tommy's." Peter commented.
"Well then, that answers my question." I said, as we both sat down to have a lunch of some fruit salad and ham and cheese sandwiches.
We got Dil down for his nap, and I headed out later that afternoon to collect my sisters from the community center, thankful that neither one of them caused anymore mischief the rest of the day. Because they were good the rest of the day, I promised they could watch some TV when we got back to the Pickles house, assuming Tommy and Dil were still taking their naps. Madeline was all for it, as she showed me all of her art work she had made that day, like a picture of a star made out of dried glue and colored in with green crayons, and a picture she made of Jelly Bear traced on to a piece of paper using a stirerphome tray. She also told me about games they played where they had to be blindfolded and couldn't use their sight. She was a little nervous at first, but her friend Reggie helped her to feel better.
"I'm glad." I said, patting Madeline on the top of the head, as the limo drove us in the direction of the Pickles house.
However, while Madeline talked up a storm all the way home, Sabrina remained quiet. It was obvious she was still mad at me for spanking her, but I wasn't going to say anything. I figured I'd let her cool off, figuring she'd come around eventually. Little did I know she'd fail to keep her promise.
When we returned to the Pickles house, Tommy and Dil were still napping, and Peter was busy doing something on his phone, so I led my sisters into the living room, and Madeline wanted to watch My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic. I needed Peter's help since I couldn't remember if it was on TV or on one of those streaming sites like Netflix or Hulu, but turns out it would be on TV shortly so we got it to the right channel, and left my sisters to watch their TV show. I went into the kitchen to bury myself into a book, needing a bit of an escape for a while. However, while I was taking my breather, I heard several feet walk up and down the stairs a few times, and then some yelling from the living room. Realizing everybody was causing quite a bit of commotion, Peter and I decided we'd better go see what was going on.
When we arrived in the living room, I found Tommy wearing nothing but a diaper, Dil with the television remote, and everybody yelling at one another.
"I don't like the pony show." Tommy snapped in a squeaky voice, as he still had a bit of laryngitis.
"Well I don't like Reptar!" Madeline cried.
"Reptar is, dead." Tommy whispered, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes.
"Girls, maybe you two should go play outside." I said, approaching Sabrina, but before I could get any closer, Tommy scooted in between us and put his hands up defensively.
"You're not touching my girlfriend Nell." Tommy hissed in a loud whisper.
"She's my sister Tommy." I said, trying to scoot Tommy out of the way, but he proceeded to kick me in the stomach.
"Oh yeah, then why did you hurt her bottom?" Tommy asked.
My jaw dropped.
"Sabrina Marie, I can't believe you told Tommy about me spanking you." I said.
"You spanked Sabrina? When?" Peter asked.
"At the preschool place. She tooked me into the bathroom, gave me a long talk about lying, and then she gave me a spanking as a punishment. It still hurt when I went to wake up Tommy from his nap, worried about how he was doing, so I told him, and now he's mad at Nell." Sabrina explained, starting to cry.
I felt just awful about everything. Ashamed, guilty and embarrassed, not to mention, pretty angry at Sabrina. I mean, she needed to be punished for what she caused, and it was all I could think of at the moment. I put a comforting hand on to her shoulder and knelt down to her level.
"Sabrina, I don't like to spank you, but sometimes, you need to be taught a lesson, and I was so angry at how you lied to me this morning, and that you put Tommy in danger, that I had to do something. I'm terribly sorry, and I understand if you and Tommy don't wish to speak to me for the rest of the day." I said.
"It's okay Nell, I forgive you, and I'm sorry about sneaking Tommy out of the house and lying." Sabrina said between her sobs, as we gave one another a hug.
"Apology accepted. Now, why don't you, Madeline and Dil go play outside for a little while and get some fresh air." I said, leading the three kids into the backyard.
Sadly, poor sick Tommy had to remain inside, as Peter had him have a small bowl of some fruit salad and his next dose of antibiotic, and we watched out the window to see by how my sisters were galloping through the grass, they were pretending to be horses, or possibly ponies from that My Little Pony show that they like to watch on TV.
"They're playing cowboys and I can't play outside." I heard Tommy whisper to himself, as he sat on the floor of his playpen area, staring out the large sliding glass door windows into the backyard, a sad expression on his face.
"Don't worry Tommy, when you don't have a fever anymore, you can play outside again too. Plus, you did get to play outside at school today, thanks to Sabrina." I said, heading back into the kitchen, as Peter wanted to have a word with me.
"Did you hear what Tommy said about Reptar to his brother and your sisters?" Peter asked me.
"Yeah, he said Reptar is dead. I wonder where he got that idea." I said.
"I think I know." Peter said, pulling out his iPhone and bringing up Youtube, where he did some scrolling.
He then clicked on a video that appeared to be a newscast.
"And in entertainment news, Leo, well-known for playing Reptar, is dead." A girl reporter said on the screen, as footage of Reptar from one of the Reptar on Ice shows was shown.
Peter then paused the video and glanced over at me.
"I did a bit more research on this topic, and Leo was killed in a car accident on Valentine's Day." Peter said.
It then hit me.
"Tommy must have heard this report on the news after that nature show he was watching ended." I said.
"And he obviously heard the words, Reptar is dead, and being a very gullable three-year-old with a big imagination, he believed this to be true. Plus it didn't help that the series disappeared off of Hulu yesterday, even though it's been scheduled since early January to disappear, he's three, he can't read those messages." Peter said.
"So how are we going to convince him that Reptar isn't really dead? Or is he?" I asked.
"Well I was looking at Reptar's official website, and they are looking into a replacement, as it stated that the Reptar on Ice show would be continuing to tour the Eastern United States and Canada beginning in late March, early April." Peter said.
"But he's three, an age where most kids believe characters like that to exist." I said.
"Yeah, I mean, we're talking about Tommy here, the boy who actually thinks the weather man on television controls the weather and tried to write him a letter one time, asking him to make it snow." Peter said.
"Come again?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well it happened the August before Dil was born. Grandpa Lou, Stu's father, decided to set up the Christmas tree so the family could take their holiday photo for their annual Christmas card, and naturally, being toddlers with no concept of space and time, Tommy, along with his friends, Chuckie, Phil and Lil, who were all over playing that day, thought it was Christmas. However, there were no presents, so they figured that Santa didn't realize it was Christmas, so they were trying to think of ways to remind him. That's when they came up with the idea to make it snow. I forget why Stu was watching the weather channel that day, but they saw the weather man on the TV and, well, that's when Tommy was led to write him a letter to make it snow, as he believes the weather man actually controls the weather." Peter explained.
"And now that he's heard on the TV that he seems to believe Reptar has died, no wonder he's been upset." I said.
"Yeah, and it's not going to be easy for us to convince him otherwise that he's not dying after all, seeing he heard this announcement on television, and he believes what he hears on TV to be the truth." Peter said.
I was all out of ideas at this point, so we decided to let the matter drop, and not mention the six letter r name of that green dinosaur around Tommy again until we had come up with a plan to cheer him up and convince him otherwise.
The rest of the day was more or less, uneventful, as Peter and I made lasagna and a garden salad for dinner, and we all ate together at the kitchen table, after Sabrina, Madeline and Dil came inside from playing outside and got all cleaned up, and while dinner went relatively smoothly, Tommy continued to give me the silent treatment the rest of that day. I was only hoping by the next morning, he would have forgotten about me hitting Sabrina, even though Tommy's parents don't believe in spanking, so he'll probably never understand why I would punish a child by hitting them hard on their bottom, and I found out from Dil during dinner that Tommy had wet the bed at nap time, and Madeline was calling him a baby, putting him in one of his clean diapers, which explained why Tommy had a diaper on when I came into the living room earlier to stop all of the chaos, again, having to have a talk with Madeline that Tommy is no different from any other kid, and he's still quite young, not to mention, not feeling well, so he's liable to wet the bed more right now with being sick. I had her apologize to him, but by the way Tommy was crossing his arms, I'm not sure if he forgave her. After all, they haven't exactly been getting along all week, and I only hoped I could also find a way for everybody to make peace with one another before Sabrina, Madeline and I headed back to Enchancia on either Saturday night or Sunday morning, depending on how late Mr. and Mrs. Pickles returned from their trip.
After dinner, I had Peter see to getting Tommy and Dil to bed, while I got my sisters ready for bed, reading them their story, which they chose Beauty and the Beast, and tucking them in, and for once, we would be getting to bed more or less, at our usual times tonight for a change. I only hoped that tonight, all of us would sleep through the night, and that we could get through Friday, and the last day of school for the week, without any major issues.
End of Nell POV
And with those final words for her entry for Thursday, she closed her notebook, put it away in its special place in her bag, crawled into bed at shortly half past nine at night, and drifted off to sleep.
And this, ends chapter 6. What will happen the next day? Find out next time.
Author's Note: I made a reference to the season 4 Rugrats episode, Let it Snow, which, I must say, The Splat has sadly, ruined that episode by only showing it at Christmas time, not showing it all year round, which I feel ruins the overall joke of the episode, since it technically wasn't Christmas time during the episode to begin with, but whatever. Also, the idea for everybody to have lasagna for dinner was given to me by Sofia2017Planning. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and here's hoping I have more chapters up, sometime soon.