"Martin, Ann M - Baby-sitters Club - Super Special 01 - Baby-sitters on Board!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin Ann M)

Parker wasn't looking bad, either. He was wearing this blue-and-white polo shirt, white tennis shorts, and loafers with no socks.
"I hope your shoes are comfortable," I said to him. "We're going to be walking around all day. They won't wear blisters on your heels or anything, will they?"
"Nope," he replied. "Not these old things. They're ready to fall apart any second."
"Well, as long as they can hold together one more day."
"No problem. You got your ticket?"
I held it up. "Yup," I replied. Everybody on the trip had a three-day pass to Disney World and Epcot Center.
"Great," said Parker. "Lefs go."
There was free bus service from our hotel to the Magic Kingdom, so we waited in front of the hotel for a bus. The bus took us to the parking lot at Disney World, which was the biggest lot I have ever seen Ч except for the one at Disneyland in California. I'd already been to Disneyland ten or twelve times because I used to live not far from it. I had a feeling Disney World wasn't going to be all that different Ч but going to it with a boy would be.
The parking lot is so far away from the entrance to the Magic Kingdom that after you get off the bus, you have to get on a monorail that takes you to the gates. It seemed like forever before we were walking down Main Street in the Magic Kingdom, but we had left the hotel less than an hour earlier.
"Wow," said Parker, looking around in awe. "This is a whole town right in the park. And
it's really only a little piece of Disney World."
"Yeah," I agreed. Main Street in Disney World looked pretty much like Main Street in Disneyland.
"You don't seem too excited," said Parker vaguely.
I tried to be more enthusiastic. "Well!" I said. "What should we do first? There's a magic store! And there's a movie house!"
"Uh, let's get to the rides," said Parker quickly. "Main Street looks like fun, but we can go to stores or the movies any time. Come on. Let's find Space Mountain. Ifs supposed to be really cool."
"Okay," I said, but since I'd been on Space Mountain at Disneyland nine times, I couldn't work up to Parker's level of excitement.
We walked away from Main Street, turned right by Cinderella Castle, and entered To-morrowland. It was a sea of smooth, white, futuristic-looking buildings. And ahead of us loomed Space Mountain. Since it was still pretty early in the day, the line for the ride wasn't too long. But we did have to wait about twenty minutes.
At last, though, Parker and I were climbing into the cars. Were they called spacejets or
something? I wasn't sure. Parker sat in front and I sat in back. An attendant strapped us in.
The car moved forward toward darkness. We could hear people above us Ч those who were already on the ride Ч screaming and shrieking.
"Hold on to your hat!" yelled Parker, and we were immediately jerked around a corner.
For the next three minutes, we got the ride of our lives. I swear, Space Mountain at Disney World is nothing like Space Mountain at Dis-neyland. I felt much more like I was on a roller coaster hurtling through outer space. A lot of the ride took place in pitch blackness. I couldn't even see if the track ahead went up or down. A few times, we were traveling so fast I thought my face was going to be permanently mashed in. Then we went down one hill that was so steep I was positive my stomach had fallen right out of my body.
I almost threw up.
We whizzed through a bright red tunnel. Parker couldn't turn around to look at me, but he waved over his shoulder.
Parker was waving, and I was having a hard time just keeping my breakfast down. We
zoomed around some more, and several times I was sure our car was going to fly off the track and crash somewhere. But of course it didn't.
Still, by the time the ride was over, my knees were shaking, and Parker had to help me out of the spacejet.
"You okay?" he asked, looking worried.
I tried to come up with an answer that wasn't too disgusting. As we left the ride, traveling along a moving walkway, I decided not to say, "No, I'm about to puke all over you," or, "I'm fine, but how'd you like to see what I had for breakfast this morning?"
Instead, I replied, "Well, um, could we get me a wheelchair?"
Parker laughed. But he was concerned. When we left Space Mountain, we found a spot to sit down and Parker bought us each a soda. He made me wait until mine was sort of flat before I began sipping it. By the time I was finished, I felt lots better Ч but not good enough to try another ride.
We settled on strolling from store to store, even though Parker had been right: we could shop anywhere.
"But not for the perfect Disney World souvenir," I pointed out.
"That's true. Is that what we're doing?" "Don't you think we should? Who knows when we'll be back here again."
So we started looking. The only problem was that I had just $8.60 left, and I didn't want some little pennant or sticker. I wanted something nice. I finally found the perfect thing in the gift shop in Cinderella Castle. It was a glass unicorn charm, and it cost only six dollars. After I'd paid for it, Parker helped me fasten it to this gold bracelet I was wearing. The bracelet used to belong to my great-aunt. It's
an antique, and when Mom gave it to me, she said that whatever I did, I was to keep it in the family. I'm not sure how much money if s worth, but it has a lot of sentimental value. The charm looked great on it.
Anyway, then Parker bought a T-shirt for himself. (I guess boys don't care so much about souvenirs.)
By that time, I was feeling fine again. In fact, I was hungry. As we walked through Frontierland looking for a place to eat, Parker suddenly stopped in his tracks and said, "Uh-oh."
"What-oh?"
"If s my family," Parker told me. "My dad, the stepmother, and the brats."
I looked where Parker was pointing and saw a very nice-looking man and woman and two cute little boys.
"Parker!" called the man.
Parker groaned and led me over to his father. There were introductions all around. And then Mr. Harris said the last thing I'd expected to hear:
"Patsy and I are exhausted. We'd love a little break. Would you mind watching the boys for an hour or so, Parker?"
What could Parker say? We agreed to take the boys and meet Mr. and Mrs. Harris in an hour and a half at Cinderella Castle.
The Harrises left. Parker and I looked at the boys Ч Roddy, who was eight and Ricky, who was five. They didn't seem like brats to me.
Since Parker was acting like children were aliens from another planet, I said to the boys, "So what do you guys want to do?"
"Could we go on Big Thunder Mountain Railroad?" asked Roddy. "Please?"
"Sure," replied Parker.
"But it looks scary," said Ricky nervously.