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 — "
"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 — 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
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 — "
"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 — 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
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