Secret Life of Mary Anne Spier by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2015-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

The rest of the week can only be described by one word — insane. I should have slept in my sneakers because all I did was run. After school I ran to the mall, or to a BSC meeting, or to a sitting job. Then I’d zoom home and rush through my homework before I crash-landed into my bed.

Then, one day, a miracle occurred. I got a day off.

One of the “ancient gnomes” (who were actually very nice people) was looking for extra elfing hours, so Ms. Cerasi asked me if I’d mind giving up one of my shifts. “No problem,” I told her. I desperately needed a break.

“Hi, Mary Anne. ’Bye, Mary Anne,” Dawn said to me in the hall on Friday evening as I passed her on the way to my bedroom.

“Hi, how’s everything going?” I asked, leaning against the wall for support. That’s how tired I was.

“Fine, but what’s happening with you? I never see you.”

At least she’d noticed. “I’m off tomorrow,” I told her.

“What do you mean ‘off’?”

Oops. “I mean … uh … no homework, no BSC … no baby-sitting. Amazing, huh?”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Good. We can do something together.”

Oops again. “I promised Logan I’d spend some time with him. Do you mind if he hangs out with us?”

Dawn frowned. “I don’t mind, but will he mind?”

I wasn’t sure. “He’ll have to understand,” I said, too weary to worry about it.

“Okay, then. If you’re sure. What should we do?”

“We should think about it tomorrow,” I replied. My brain wasn’t doing any more thinking just then.

That day I’d gone to school, filled in for Angela at the mall for an hour and a half because she was going to be late, hurried back for a BSC meeting, and then run along with Mallory to a sitting job for the Barrett-DeWitt kids afterward.

After talking to Dawn, I hit the bed and was instantly involved in the weirdest dream. The Seven Dwarfs came to my house and demanded all my Christmas purchases back because I couldn’t pay for them. They marched into the house and took them from under the tree. I chased them out into the front yard, where I met Angela dressed as Snow White. She was crying because the Wicked Queen was after her. I looked up in the sky and saw Ms. Cerasi dressed as a witch, flying overhead on a broom. Grabbing Angela’s hand, I rushed back to the house, but the door was locked. I peered through the front window and could see Dawn inside, and though I frantically rapped on the glass, she wouldn’t let me in.

In the middle of the night, I woke up, relieved to discover it was all a dream. But when I fell asleep again, I dreamed the Barrett-DeWitt kids were chasing me down Burnt Hill Road (my street), throwing tree ornaments at me. They were laughing, as though it were all in fun, but I couldn’t make them stop.

I woke up the next day exhausted from all that dreaming.

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