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Kristy.
We're here! We're actually here!" I cried. "I can't believe it!"
"Haven't you ever been in an airport before, Kristy?" asked my friend Dawn. Dawn Schafer has taken lots of plane trips.
"Of course I've been in an airport. But I've never been on a plane. Oh, I am so excited!"
"Kristy! Slow down," called my mother. She was standing at the entrance to the airport, struggling with suitcases and tote bags and plane tickets. "Don't get too far ahead. We have to stay together."
I slowed to a stop. At that moment, I would have done anything anyone told me to do. That was how grateful I was that I was finally going to get on a plane and take a trip Ч first a cruise through the Bahamas, and then on to Disney World for three wonderful days.
Mom and Dawn and I weren't the only ones going on the trip. If you can believe it, I was traveling with twenty-one other people Ч my entire family, my friends in the Baby-sitters Club, and all the Pikes.
This is what had happened: Mr. Pike, who is the father of a big family that the members of the Baby-sitters Club take care of pretty often, won a contest at the company he works for. Everyone was trying to name some new product. And the company picked the name Mr. Pike thought up. Guess what his prize was Ч an all expenses-paid vacation for him and his whole family. The company booked them on a special group trip Ч a four-day cruise through the Bahama Islands and then three days at Disney World in Florida. But this is the really exciting part. Mrs. Pike called our club to ask if Mary Anne Spier and Stacey McGill would like to go along as mother's helpers. (There are eight Pike kids.) She asked Mary Anne and Stacey because they'd been mother's helpers when the Pikes took a two-week trip to the Jersey shore. When my stepfather, Watson, heard about that, and then found out that I had never ever been anywhere (except in western Connecticut, visiting my
cousin Robin, which was no big deal since I live in Stoneybrook, in eastern Connecticut), he did some quick planning. The next thing I knew my whole family Ч Mom, Watson, my big brothers Sam and Charlie, my younger brother David Michael, my little stepsister and stepbrother, Karen and Andrew, and I (Kristy Thomas) were going on the trip. And so were Claudia Kishi and Dawn Schafer, the remaining club members! They were going as our guests. Watson said he couldn't leave any members of the Baby-sitters Club behind.
The trip was truly a dream come true. A plane to Florida, then off on a cruise and three days at Disney World. . . . The Baby-sitters Club never had it so good.
"Now boarding at Gate Fifty-two Ч Flight Seven Twenty-eight. Repeat, Flight Seven Twenty-eight."
"Thaf s us!" I cried. "Isn't that us, Mom? Watson?"
"Yes, yes. It's us, honey," my mother replied. "Does everyone have everything?"
"I think you should say, 'Does everyone have everybody?' " spoke up David Michael. I laughed. I knew just what he meant.
Seated in a group of uncomfortable airport chairs were Mom, Watson, Sam and Charlie (they're seventeen and fifteen), seven-year-old David Michael, four-year-old Andrew, six-year-old Karen, and Dawn and Claudia. Nearby were the Pikes Ч eleven-year-old Mallory, the ten-year-old triplets (Adam, Byron, and Jordan), nine-year-old Vanessa, eight-year-old Nicky, seven-year-old Margo, and five-year-old Claire, plus Mr. and Mrs. Pike, and Stacey and Mary Anne.
I began to feel nervous. I hoped we could all stay together without too much trouble.
"Okay," said Watson, standing up. "Stay with me now, because I've got your plane tickets. Make sure you remember your knapsacks and cameras and purses."
I patted my knapsack. I could feel my camera inside. It was brand-new. Watson had bought it for me the week before. I couldn't wait to start using it. All my friends had brought their cameras along, too. None of us wanted to forget anything we saw.
"Tell me again where our suitcases went," said Andrew worriedly.
"We checked them," I told him. "Don't worry. Someone will put them on the plane
for us. We'll get them after we land in Florida."
"Okay," said Andrew, but he still looked concerned.
I took Andrew and Karen by the hand then, and followed Watson to a woman in a uniform who checked the tickets, then smiled, and let us all walk by. We entered a long tunnel.
"Where are we?" I asked Dawn and Claudia. They were right behind me.
"We're in the walkway to the plane," Dawn replied. "I've been on dozens of these."
"It smells funny in here," said Karen, holding her nose. "Like coffee, only worse."
When we reached the plane, a flight attendant looked at the batch of tickets in Watson's hand again. Then we stepped inside.
"Hey, Andrew! David Michael! Karen! Look in there," I cried, pointing. "Thaf s the cock-pit."
"What's a crockpit?" asked Andrew.
"Cocfcpit," Karen told him witheringly. "It's where the pilot sits, right, Kristy?"
"It's where the pilot controls the plane," said David Michael. "See all those instruments?" he added importantly.
"Maybe," said the flight attendant to Andrew, Karen, and David Michael, "you could look around the cockpit and meet the pilot later."
"Really?" exclaimed David Michael.
The man nodded. "You might even earn your flying wings," he said mysteriously.
"But at the moment," said Watson, who was way ahead of us down an aisle of the plane, "you're holding up traffic. So come find your seats."
"Whoa," I said, as I took off after Watson and Mom. "I didn't know planes were this big. They look so skinny from the outside."
Rows of nine seats were arranged across the plane, with two aisles separating them. Two seats, five seats, then two more seats. Dawn and Claudia and I sat in the middle five seats with Sam and Charlie. It would have been more fun to sit with Stacey and Mary Anne, but they were busy with the Pikes.
I buckled my seat belt. Then I looked through the stuff in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of me. Emergency instructions, boring magazine, barf bag. . . . Ew!
"Hey!" I exclaimed a few minutes later. "We're moving!"
And suddenly the plane was in the air and the flight had begun.
"Hey, Kristy! Look!" David Michael, who was sitting behind me, poked something between my seat and Dawn's. "It's a barf bag!" he exclaimed gleefully.
"Oh, no. Look at that," said Claudia, pointing across the aisle. "Margo Pike is using hers. Ew, ew, ew."
"Poor Margo," added Dawn. "Stacey said she gets carsick. I guess she gets airsick, too."
Soon lunch was served. Karen and Andrew nearly became hysterical with excitement. "Look at all this great stuff!" Karen cried. "Salt packages, pepper packages, sugar packages, Handi-Towlettes. Even salad dressing! We better save everything, Andrew. You never know when we might need it."
"Take my stuff," I told her, handing my packets back to them.
"And mine," added Dawn, Claudia, Sam, and Charlie.
"Thanks!" said Karen. "But where are we going to put it all?"
"Put it in a barf bag," said Dawn. "That's what my brother Jeff always does."
After lunch, the flight attendant kept his