Mary Anne's Bad-Luck Mystery by Ann M. Martin & Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin & Ann M. Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 1987-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

“This,” said Kristy somberly, “is an emergency meeting of the Baby-sitters Club. You all know why you’ve been called here.”

It was Sunday afternoon. The six main members of the club were in Claudia’s room in our usual places. And, yes, we all knew why we had been called there.

Because of me. Because I had tempted fate, thrown away a chain letter, and then been sent a bad-luck charm, which I was forced to wear or else. Not knowing what that “or else” meant was the only thing that kept me wearing the charm. Or else death? Death and destruction? Death, destruction, and the end of civilization as we know it? Claudia was afraid it could mean the end of junk food. Who knew? We weren’t taking chances. We’d done enough of that already.

“So,” said Kristy, “something must be done about Mary Anne’s, um, problem.”

(If you’ll remember, the chain letter had been met by a lot of skepticism at first. Kristy had been the biggest skeptic of all. She’d had no use for charms or spells or bad-luck wishes. She’d scoffed at it all. Now she was as big a believer in such things as Jessi and Mal were. So were the rest of us.)

“Well,” said Mallory, “we’ve got the books. We better start going through them. I think a spell to — to, oh, what’s the word?”

“Get rid of the bad stuff?” suggested Claudia.

“No, to counteract — that’s it, counteract — the bad-luck charm is our only hope.”

“Okay, then let’s hit the books,” said Kristy. The books had all been left in Claudia’s room, much to her dismay. We each took the one we’d checked out of the library and began thumbing through it.

“Hey, Claud,” I said, “have you noticed these books doing anything weird? Like flying around your room at night, or glowing in the dark?”

Claudia started to laugh, but Kristy glared at both of us. “You cannot,” she told us, “afford to take this lightly. Mary Anne, you got us into this mess, so you sure better help us get out of it.”

I felt the way I did when I’d forgotten my math homework and the teacher scolded me in front of the whole class.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Sorry,” Claudia said.

Embarrassed silence followed. The five of us went back to our books. Occasionally, somebody would turn a page. There was no other sound in the room.

“This is making me crazy!” Claudia cried after a few minutes. She jumped off the bed, opened one of the desk drawers, and pulled out a package of those big Tootsie Rolls. She made a lot of racket rummaging around in the drawer and even more noise crinkling paper as she opened the bag.

“Tootsie Roll anyone?” said our junk-food lover.

Claudia has stuff — candy, potato chips, gum, you name it — hidden throughout her room. Her parents don’t like her to eat junk food, but Claudia doesn’t know what she’d do without it. So she hides it. She’s got stuff in drawers, behind cushions, under her mattress, in shoe boxes.

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