Baby-Sitters Club Collection by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin [Martin, Ann M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-545-73402-8
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 1986-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

I might have continued to moon away all evening, except that my thoughts (all by themselves) suddenly turned to something much more interesting: boys. All boys are pretty interesting, but I like two in particular. One is Kristy’s brother Sam. He’s the one who’s fourteen, a freshman at Stoneybrook High. I know he liked me the first time we met. I was baby-sitting for Kristy’s little brother, and Sam came home, and his jaw nearly fell off his face when he saw me in the kitchen. I thought he was cute, too, and my own jaw nearly fell off. We had fun together that day, but not much has happened since. I don’t know why. I look exactly the same, I haven’t done anything to offend him, and although I go over to Kristy’s sometimes, hoping to see Sam, I never bug him. Maybe I’m just too young for him.

I don’t worry about him much, though. I have a sort-of boyfriend in my own grade now. His name is Pete Black. He and I had been sitting at the same lunch table with Claudia and the other kids in the group she introduced me to—Dori, Emily, Rick, and Howie—since almost the beginning of school, but nothing special had happened with Pete until a couple of weeks ago, when he asked me to go to the Halloween Hop with him. Of course I said yes, and we went and had a wonderful time. Now we always sit next to each other in the cafeteria, and some evenings, Pete phones me just to talk.

“Knock, knock,” called a voice from the other side of my bedroom door.

Mom.

I didn’t really feel like talking to her.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

“Okay.”

“Honey, are you feeling all right?” She asked the question even before she sat down on my bed.

“Yes. Fine.” I hear that question about ten times a day.

“You didn’t eat much dinner tonight.”

“I wasn’t hungry.”

Mom began to look panicked. “You weren’t snacking over at Claudia’s, were you?”

“Mother. Of course not.” The thing is, I am allowed a certain amount of sweet stuff each day. In fact, I have to eat a certain amount of sweets in order to maintain that delicate balance between food and insulin. My diet is so exact, though, that I can’t just snack whenever I feel like it. I can’t, for instance, suddenly decide to eat a Twinkie or something over at Claudia’s and then make up for it by giving myself extra insulin. It just doesn’t work. In fact, it’s a good way to make myself sick. So you can see why Mom panicked at the thought of my snacking. But for heaven’s sake, doesn’t she trust me? I don’t want to get sick, either.

“Honey, I was just asking…. Are you really feeling fine?”

“Yes.”

“But you’ve lost three pounds.”

“I can’t help it. Maybe I’m more active now that I have some friends. Maybe we need to increase my diet.”

“Are you hungry all the time?”

“Not all the time. Not like I was before we knew I had diabetes.

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