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"What is this?" I asked the others.
"Noodles," replied Kristy.
"No, if s poison," said Dawn, who, as usual, was eating a health-food lunch Ч a container of strawberries, a yogurt with granola mixed in, some dried apple slices, and something I couldn't identify.
"I don't see any noodles here," I said. "Only glue."
"According to the menu, that glue is mushroom and cream sauce," said Claudia.
"Ew," I replied.
"So," said Dawn, "how was everybody's first morning back at school?"
"Fine, Mommy," answered Stacey.
Dawn giggled.
"I have third-period gym with Mrs. Rosen-auer," I said. "I hate field hockey, I hate Mrs. Rosenauer, and I hate smelling like gym class for the next five periods. ... Do I smell like gym class?" I leaned toward Kristy.
She pulled back. "I'm not going to smell you. . . . Hey, I just figured something out. You know what the mushroom sauce tastes fike? It tastes like a dirty sock that's been left out in the rain and then hidden in a dark closet for three weeks."
The rest of us couldn't decide whether to gag or giggle.
Maybe this was why Claudia and Stacey didn't sit with us last year. I changed the subject. "I put the poster of Cam Geary up in my locker this morning/' I announced. "I'm going to leave him there all year."
"I want to find a picture of Max Morrison," said Claudia. "Thaf s who I'd like in my locker."
"The boy from 'Out of This World'?" asked Stacey.
Claudia nodded.
I absolutely couldn't eat another bite of the noodles, not after what Kristy had said about the sauce. I gazed around the cafeteria. I saw Trevor Sandbourne, one of Claudia's old boyfriends from last year. I saw the Shillaber twins, who used to sit with Kristy and Dawn and me. They were sitting with the only set of boy twins in school. (For a moment, I thought I had double vision.) I saw Erica and Shawna from homeroom. And then I saw Cam Geary.
I nearly spit out a mouthful of milk.
"Stacey!" I whispered after I'd managed to swallow. "Cam Geary goes to our school! Look!"
All my friends turned to look. "Where? Where?"
"That boy?" said Stacey, smiling. "That's not Cam Geary. That's Logan Bruno. He's new this year. He's in my homeroom and my En-19
glish class. I talked to him during homeroom. He used to live in Louisville, Kentucky. He has a southern accent."
I didn't care what he sounded like. He was the cutest boy I'd ever seen. He looked exactly like Cam Geary. I was in love with him. And because Stacey already knew so much about him, I was jealous of her. What a way to start the year.
Chapter 3.
The next day, Friday, was the second day of school, and the end of the first "week" of school. And that night, the members of the Baby-sitters Club held the first meeting of eighth grade. Every last one of us just barely made the meeting on time. Claudia had been working on an art project at school (she loves art and is terrific at it), Dawn had been babysitting for the Pikes, Stacey had been at school at a meeting of the dance committee, of which she's vice-president, Kristy had had to wait for Charlie to get home from football practice before he could drive her to the meeting, and I'd been trying to get my weekend homework done before the weekend.
The five of us turned up at five-thirty on the nose, and the phone was ringing as we reached Claudia's room. Dawn grabbed for it, while I tried to find the club record book. Everything was in chaos.
"I love it!" said Kristy when we had settled down.
"You love what?" asked Claudia.
"The excitement, the fast pace."
"You should move to New York/' said Sta-cey.
"No, I'm serious. When things get hectic like this, I get all sorts of great ideas. Summertime is too slow."
"What kinds of great ideas do you get?" asked Dawn, who doesn't know Kristy quite the way the rest of us do. I was pretty sure that Kristy's ideas were going to lead to extra work for the club.
I was right.
"Did you notice the sign in school today?" asked Kristy.
"Kristy, there must have been three thousand signs," replied Claudia. "I saw one for the Remember September Dance, one for the Chess Club, one for cheerleader tryouts, one for class elections Ч "
"This sign," Kristy interrupted, "was for the PTA. There's going to be a PTA meeting at Stoneybrook Middle School in a few days."
"So?" said Stacey. "PTA stands for Parent Teacher Association. We're kids. It doesn't concern us."
"Oh, yes it does," replied Kristy, "because
where there are parents there are children, and where there are children, there are parents needing baby-sitters Ч us. That's where we
come in."
"Oh," I said knowingly. Kristy is so smart. She's such a good businesswoman. Thaf s why she's the president of our club. "More advertising?" I asked.
"Right," replied Kristy.
The phone rang again then, and we stopped to take another job. When we were finished, Kristy continued. "We've got to advertise in school. We'll put up posters where the parents will see them when they come for the meeting."
"Maybe," added Dawn, "we could make up some more fliers and figure out some way for the parents to get them at the meeting. I think it's always better if people have something they can take with them. You know, something to put up on their refrigerator or by their phone."
"Terrific idea," said Kristy, who usually isn't too generous with her praise.
Dawn beamed.
"There's something else," Kristy went on after we'd lined up jobs with the Marshalls and the Perkinses. "When we started this club, it was so that we could baby-sit in our neigh-
borhood, and the four of us Ч " (Kristy pointed to herself, Claudia, Stacey, and me) " Ч all lived in the same neighborhood. Then Dawn joined the dub, and we found some new clients in her neighborhood. Now I've moved, but I, um, I Ч I haven't, um ..."
It was no secret that Kristy had resented moving out of the Thomases' comfortable old split-level and across town to Watson's mansion in his wealthy neighborhood. Of course she liked having a big room with a queen-sized bed and getting treats and being able to have lots of new clothes and stuff. But she'd been living over there for about two months and hadn't made any effort to get to know the people in her new neighborhood. Her brothers had made an effort, and so had her mother, but Kristy claimed that the kids her age were snobs. She and the Thomases' old collie, Louie, kept pretty much to themselves.
I tried to help her through her embarrassment. "It would be good business sense," I pointed out, "to advertise where you live. We should be leaving fliers in the mailboxes over on Edgerstoune Drive and Green House Drive and Bissell Lane."