Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2007 14:12:52 GMT -5
Summary: Mallory's parents were always so unfair by not letting her get a nose job. What happens when she takes matters into her own hands?
CHAPTER ONE
It was a beautiful day and the birds chirped happily as the spectators watched me atop my prancing horse. They cheered as Misty and I cleared hurdle after hurdle gracefully and I could already see my gold medal around my neck. Not that this was anything new, anything less would be an insult to my incredibly dibble riding skills. The audience went wild as we cleared the final hurdle, leaping the their feet and chanting our names. Misty, in her excitement, reared onto her back legs and I went flying off...
...right onto the tile floor of my Science class. There was a blast of laughter as I woke from my dream with my body tangled around my chair and the teacher standing directly over me.
"Hey, Ms. Coykendall," I said, my cheeks as red as my hair. You know, I'm never quite sure what my hair color is. For a while it was reddish-brown, then auburn, then flaming red all in one year. Then again, there are multiple Christmases and Halloweens every year so for all I know it changed sometime between the third and fourth Thanksgiving.
"All right, settle down everyone," Ms. Coykendall said, clapping her hands together loudly. "And Mallory, stay awake."
There were muttered whispers of "Spaz Girl" and hushed giggles and as always I wished I were thirteen. I knew when I woke up on the morning of my thirteenth birthday everything would be great--I wouldn't need glasses, my nose would be perfect, my teeth would be straight...I'd be a mature adult at last! Until then it seemed that I was stuck as a lowly eleven year old, a "Spaz Girl".
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"This meeting will now come to order!" Kristy Thomas said, banging a squeaky rubber gavel on the desk next to her director's chair.
I'm a junior officer in this great organization we have here in Stonybrook, Connecticut called the Babysitters' Club. Kristy thought up the club last year (which can apply from anywhere from 1986 to 2000 in our world) when her mother couldn't find any babysitters for her brother, David Michael. The club is an agency for parents to call up eleven and thirteen year olds to entrust their children with. The club was originally made up of Kristy, Mary Anne Spier, Claudia Kishi, and Stacey McGill but we've expanded since then.
Kristy is the President of the BSC. She's barely five feet tall and the shortest girl in the eighth grade. She usually wears her brown hair tied back in a pony tail and under a baseball cap. She likes to dress casually, usually in jeans and a turtleneck or t-shirt, which we refer to as her uniform. She's a little bossy at times but she's allowed to be since she's thirteen.
Kristy has three brothers--Charlie, Sam, and David Michael. Her dad walked out on their family when she was little and a year ago (which, again, can apply from anywhere from 1986 to 2000 in our world) her mom remarried Watson Brewer who is a MILLIONAIRE! Kristy and her family moved from Bradford Court to a mansion across town with Watson and his two children, Karen and Andrew. But that's not all! Kristy's mother Nannie lives with them too, along with Emily Michelle. Emily Michelle is a two year old Vietnamese girl the Brewer-Thomases adopted.
The phone rang and as always we all dove at it at once. Kristy elbowed Claudia in the mouth and kicked Abby in the gut as she yanked the receiver up. "Babysitters' Club! Uh-huh...Sure, Mrs. Johansen, just let us call you back in a moment."
Kristy looked up at us. "Okay, Mrs. Johansen needs a sitter for Friday from about 6 to 8. Is anyone free?"
"I am," Stacey said. Stacey is really sophisticated. That's because she's from New York and everyone knows that if you're from there you're automatically sophisticated. Stacey's mom lets her wear her blond hair in a perm. I asked my parents if I could have a perm and they said no. They're so mean! Also, Stacey's a diabetic which means she can't eat sugary foods. That is SO not dibble!
Mary Anne jotted this down in the record book as Kristy called Mrs. Johansen back. Mary Anne is the club secretary and keeps track of who is sitting for who. She's never made a mistake, she's the most organized person I've ever met! She has short brown hair but until she was twelve her father made her wear her hair in pigtails, which is totally not chilly. But Mr. Spier's really lightened up and now Mary Anne dresses preppy-ish. Mary Anne is very shy and sensitive, but her best friend is Kristy who...isn't.
Claudia emerged from under her bed with an armful of candy. "I think they're kind of old but they're still edible," she announced, passing out the molding chocolate bars. Claudia loves to eat junk food, but she's still skinny and her skin is perfect. Claudia's parents don't let her eat junk food since they're Japanese so she hides it all around her room. You would think because she's Asian Claudia would be really smart, but in reality...
"Claudia, this Hershey bar expired five years ago," Kristy said, wrinkling up her nose.
Claudia shrugged. "If you can eat around the mold it still tastes pretty good."
...Yeah. Claudia's not exactly the smartest cookie, but we love her anyway. Also, Claudia has amazing fashion sense, you never know what she's going to be wearing. Today she was dressed in a green and orange one piece bathing suit. Over it she wore a tie-dye lab coat and a hot pink belt. Now, anyone else would look terrible in that outfit, but not our Claudia! She looked nearly as sophisticated as Stacey!
"Akjfg slkjnrt lsjngto," Abby Stevenson said. Abby has allergies and it makes it kind of hard to understand what she's saying, but I was pretty sure she had just said "I think something's moving on my chocolate."
"Nah, that's just the mold," said Claudia. "Eat it quickly, before it covers the whole bar."
Abby lives near Kristy on the other side of town with her mother and twin sister, Anna. Abby's father died when she was nine in a car crash. Abby was always a joker, but after her dad's death she turned to humor to help her deal with the pain of her loss. Anna is a musician and goes to Stonybrook Academy because of their music program. Both Abby and Anna are Jewish and the whole club went to their Bat Mitzvah recently. It's funny, I always thought that Bar Mitzvahs were for thirteen year olds and Bat Mitzvahs were for twelve year olds, but who am I to argue these things? If the great Ann M. Martin decides that Bat Mitzvahs are for thirteen year olds, then who am I to argue? Not that I know who Ann M. Martin is. She's just a name that comes to my mind randomly sometimes, along with a red cape and a pitchfork.
"Hey, could you pass some of the tofu cookies?" Dawn Schafer asked.
"Dawn? Aren't you in California?" Kristy asked.
Dawn paled. "Ah crap, I always lose track of where I'm supposed to be." On that note, Dawn got up and ran out the door, presumably to California.
"Sorry I'm late!" Jessi Ramsey, my best friend, said as she ran in the room.
Kristy gave Jessi the Look. Luckily she didn't make direct eye contact with her or Jessi would have been a melted puddle on the floor.
Jessi grinned sheepishly and took her place beside me on the floor next to Claudia's bed. "Hi, Mallory."
"Hi, Jessi!" I said. Jessi's really cool. Did you know she's BLACK? Yep, Jessi is BLACK. Totally BLACK. But we don't focus on the fact that she's BLACK. We barely notice that she's BLACK. I mean, you wouldn't even know that we knew that she's BLACK.
Jessi, who is BLACK, lived in New Jersey until she was eleven. She and her family, who are BLACK, moved to Stonybrook, where everyone is not BLACK. People treated the Ramsey's badly because they were BLACK but then she met us and we're not racist at all. In fact, we never treat someone differently because they're BLACK!
Jessi has a little sister, Becca, who is BLACK, and a baby brother, John Ramsey Jr (or "Squirt"), who is BLACK. Her Aunt Cecilia, who is BLACK, also lives with them.
Did I mention that Jessi is BLACK?
"Check out the pen I bought! It's totally dibbly fresh!" I announced to the room, pulling out my new sparkly pen. I love sparkly stuff, but my parents won't let me have them. They're so mean! They won't even let me get contacts or a nose job like any good parent would. It's so unfair!
"Wow, that's really great," Stacey said as she rolled her eyes at Claudia.
Abby said "Jrlstn ongoit idngtg dlkjgn", which I think means "Yay! Three cheers for Mallory!"
I sometimes feel the rest of the club thinks I'm immature.
CHAPTER ONE
It was a beautiful day and the birds chirped happily as the spectators watched me atop my prancing horse. They cheered as Misty and I cleared hurdle after hurdle gracefully and I could already see my gold medal around my neck. Not that this was anything new, anything less would be an insult to my incredibly dibble riding skills. The audience went wild as we cleared the final hurdle, leaping the their feet and chanting our names. Misty, in her excitement, reared onto her back legs and I went flying off...
...right onto the tile floor of my Science class. There was a blast of laughter as I woke from my dream with my body tangled around my chair and the teacher standing directly over me.
"Hey, Ms. Coykendall," I said, my cheeks as red as my hair. You know, I'm never quite sure what my hair color is. For a while it was reddish-brown, then auburn, then flaming red all in one year. Then again, there are multiple Christmases and Halloweens every year so for all I know it changed sometime between the third and fourth Thanksgiving.
"All right, settle down everyone," Ms. Coykendall said, clapping her hands together loudly. "And Mallory, stay awake."
There were muttered whispers of "Spaz Girl" and hushed giggles and as always I wished I were thirteen. I knew when I woke up on the morning of my thirteenth birthday everything would be great--I wouldn't need glasses, my nose would be perfect, my teeth would be straight...I'd be a mature adult at last! Until then it seemed that I was stuck as a lowly eleven year old, a "Spaz Girl".
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"This meeting will now come to order!" Kristy Thomas said, banging a squeaky rubber gavel on the desk next to her director's chair.
I'm a junior officer in this great organization we have here in Stonybrook, Connecticut called the Babysitters' Club. Kristy thought up the club last year (which can apply from anywhere from 1986 to 2000 in our world) when her mother couldn't find any babysitters for her brother, David Michael. The club is an agency for parents to call up eleven and thirteen year olds to entrust their children with. The club was originally made up of Kristy, Mary Anne Spier, Claudia Kishi, and Stacey McGill but we've expanded since then.
Kristy is the President of the BSC. She's barely five feet tall and the shortest girl in the eighth grade. She usually wears her brown hair tied back in a pony tail and under a baseball cap. She likes to dress casually, usually in jeans and a turtleneck or t-shirt, which we refer to as her uniform. She's a little bossy at times but she's allowed to be since she's thirteen.
Kristy has three brothers--Charlie, Sam, and David Michael. Her dad walked out on their family when she was little and a year ago (which, again, can apply from anywhere from 1986 to 2000 in our world) her mom remarried Watson Brewer who is a MILLIONAIRE! Kristy and her family moved from Bradford Court to a mansion across town with Watson and his two children, Karen and Andrew. But that's not all! Kristy's mother Nannie lives with them too, along with Emily Michelle. Emily Michelle is a two year old Vietnamese girl the Brewer-Thomases adopted.
The phone rang and as always we all dove at it at once. Kristy elbowed Claudia in the mouth and kicked Abby in the gut as she yanked the receiver up. "Babysitters' Club! Uh-huh...Sure, Mrs. Johansen, just let us call you back in a moment."
Kristy looked up at us. "Okay, Mrs. Johansen needs a sitter for Friday from about 6 to 8. Is anyone free?"
"I am," Stacey said. Stacey is really sophisticated. That's because she's from New York and everyone knows that if you're from there you're automatically sophisticated. Stacey's mom lets her wear her blond hair in a perm. I asked my parents if I could have a perm and they said no. They're so mean! Also, Stacey's a diabetic which means she can't eat sugary foods. That is SO not dibble!
Mary Anne jotted this down in the record book as Kristy called Mrs. Johansen back. Mary Anne is the club secretary and keeps track of who is sitting for who. She's never made a mistake, she's the most organized person I've ever met! She has short brown hair but until she was twelve her father made her wear her hair in pigtails, which is totally not chilly. But Mr. Spier's really lightened up and now Mary Anne dresses preppy-ish. Mary Anne is very shy and sensitive, but her best friend is Kristy who...isn't.
Claudia emerged from under her bed with an armful of candy. "I think they're kind of old but they're still edible," she announced, passing out the molding chocolate bars. Claudia loves to eat junk food, but she's still skinny and her skin is perfect. Claudia's parents don't let her eat junk food since they're Japanese so she hides it all around her room. You would think because she's Asian Claudia would be really smart, but in reality...
"Claudia, this Hershey bar expired five years ago," Kristy said, wrinkling up her nose.
Claudia shrugged. "If you can eat around the mold it still tastes pretty good."
...Yeah. Claudia's not exactly the smartest cookie, but we love her anyway. Also, Claudia has amazing fashion sense, you never know what she's going to be wearing. Today she was dressed in a green and orange one piece bathing suit. Over it she wore a tie-dye lab coat and a hot pink belt. Now, anyone else would look terrible in that outfit, but not our Claudia! She looked nearly as sophisticated as Stacey!
"Akjfg slkjnrt lsjngto," Abby Stevenson said. Abby has allergies and it makes it kind of hard to understand what she's saying, but I was pretty sure she had just said "I think something's moving on my chocolate."
"Nah, that's just the mold," said Claudia. "Eat it quickly, before it covers the whole bar."
Abby lives near Kristy on the other side of town with her mother and twin sister, Anna. Abby's father died when she was nine in a car crash. Abby was always a joker, but after her dad's death she turned to humor to help her deal with the pain of her loss. Anna is a musician and goes to Stonybrook Academy because of their music program. Both Abby and Anna are Jewish and the whole club went to their Bat Mitzvah recently. It's funny, I always thought that Bar Mitzvahs were for thirteen year olds and Bat Mitzvahs were for twelve year olds, but who am I to argue these things? If the great Ann M. Martin decides that Bat Mitzvahs are for thirteen year olds, then who am I to argue? Not that I know who Ann M. Martin is. She's just a name that comes to my mind randomly sometimes, along with a red cape and a pitchfork.
"Hey, could you pass some of the tofu cookies?" Dawn Schafer asked.
"Dawn? Aren't you in California?" Kristy asked.
Dawn paled. "Ah crap, I always lose track of where I'm supposed to be." On that note, Dawn got up and ran out the door, presumably to California.
"Sorry I'm late!" Jessi Ramsey, my best friend, said as she ran in the room.
Kristy gave Jessi the Look. Luckily she didn't make direct eye contact with her or Jessi would have been a melted puddle on the floor.
Jessi grinned sheepishly and took her place beside me on the floor next to Claudia's bed. "Hi, Mallory."
"Hi, Jessi!" I said. Jessi's really cool. Did you know she's BLACK? Yep, Jessi is BLACK. Totally BLACK. But we don't focus on the fact that she's BLACK. We barely notice that she's BLACK. I mean, you wouldn't even know that we knew that she's BLACK.
Jessi, who is BLACK, lived in New Jersey until she was eleven. She and her family, who are BLACK, moved to Stonybrook, where everyone is not BLACK. People treated the Ramsey's badly because they were BLACK but then she met us and we're not racist at all. In fact, we never treat someone differently because they're BLACK!
Jessi has a little sister, Becca, who is BLACK, and a baby brother, John Ramsey Jr (or "Squirt"), who is BLACK. Her Aunt Cecilia, who is BLACK, also lives with them.
Did I mention that Jessi is BLACK?
"Check out the pen I bought! It's totally dibbly fresh!" I announced to the room, pulling out my new sparkly pen. I love sparkly stuff, but my parents won't let me have them. They're so mean! They won't even let me get contacts or a nose job like any good parent would. It's so unfair!
"Wow, that's really great," Stacey said as she rolled her eyes at Claudia.
Abby said "Jrlstn ongoit idngtg dlkjgn", which I think means "Yay! Three cheers for Mallory!"
I sometimes feel the rest of the club thinks I'm immature.
Thank you for that, I chuckled out loud a few times - like with the Asian/smart thing and the moving mould. 
