The Baby-Sitters Club belongs to Ann M. Martin
I recently started talking to two older guys, Jack and Rick who are 17. They're twins. In fact, they happened to be friends with one of Kristy's older brothers, Sam. They both attend that high school, too. Jack is graduating soon and Rick is in 11th grader. Rick was supposed to be in his senior year, but was held back a year. He's not a good student in math. I was texting them.
I don't know them well enough to hang out with them yet. The only thing is you can not agree to meet strangers in person, even if they're friends with a sibling, which makes sense to me. I would never do that unless it's okay with Dad. On top of that, I don't have their number and I wouldn't get that unless he approves as well. I know how to stay safe. On the other hand, he met the guys once before and approved them. It's good to make new friends. There is one rule while Dad's not home though: I'm not allowed to guys in the house.
I'm Mary Anne Spier. I'm 13 years old. I'm a 8th grader at Stoneybrook Middle School.
Rick and Jack invited me to hang out tomorrow, but I said I couldn't. I had made plans with the Willis girls and I want to keep those plans. I told them maybe over the weekend. Then, I forgot about something: my stepbrother, Jeff, will be coming down and no one would be around Dawn would be baby-sitting for the Arnolds that day. Carlos would be out of town for the day, so Dad asked me to keep on Jeff on Saturday while he's at a meeting and I agreed to do it.
"Make sure you don't have any plans until at least after five pm," said Dad.
"I don't mind being with Jeff," I said. "I'll have to let those guys know that I can't be with them until you get home."
"Good idea," said Dad.
"I'm thinking about trading my old phone for a new one. Is that okay?" I asked.
"Sure. I don't mind as long as you help pay the bill," said Dad.
"No problem," I agreed. "I plan to keep my number though."
"Some people do that," said Dad.
"I'll do that after school," I said.
"Okay," said Dad.
"I'll be with the girls anyway, so it would be a good time to do so," I said.
I don't need to worry about helping pay the bill since I baby-sit and I can use that money to pay the bill.
"Can you remind me when the bill comes in so that I won't forget?" I asked.
"Sure," said Dad.
"I'm not sure what kind yet," I said.
