Karen's Baby-Sitter by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

I could not wait for Seth to come pick me up.

When I got home, I ran to my room. I flumped down on my bed. I was gigundoly sad. Bart was mean. He had lied to me.

I was too embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened.

Mean Bart

On Sunday, I hardly spoke to anyone. Mostly I stayed in my bedroom. Mommy thought I was coming down with a cold. She was wrong. I was not sick, I was dying. I was dying of a broken heart.

Guess what. By Monday I was not sad anymore. I was mad. Mad at Bart. When he rang the bell that afternoon, I let Andrew answer the door.

“Hi, Bart! Hi, Bart!” I heard Andrew cry. Andrew sounded very excited to see Bart. Too bad he did not know better.

When Mommy left, Bart and Andrew sat down at the kitchen table for a snack. “Come join us, Karen,” said Bart.

“No, thank you,” I replied. I plopped in front of the TV. I stared at it for awhile.

Soon I heard Bart say, “Okay, Andrew. We have to clean up the kitchen before we play outside.”

Ha. Now I was glad Mommy had scolded Bart about leaving messes. Bart deserved to be scolded. He was a mean person.

After Bart had cleaned up the kitchen, he said to me, “Andrew and I have decided to play outside. We are going to start the Winter Olympics again.”

“I do not want to play,” I told him.

“Well, I cannot leave you inside,” said Bart.

I sighed very loudly. “Oh, all right.” I stood up. I put on my snow clothes. When Bart tried to help me with my scarf, I jerked away from him. “I can do it myself,” I told him.

“Karen?” said Bart. “Is something — ”

I did not let him finish his sentence. “Come on, Andrew,” I said. “Do not be a slowpoke. Let’s go.”

But when we got outside, I sat on the front stoop. I let Andrew and Bart run into the yard. I was not going to play with them no matter what. (Well, I was not going to play with Bart.)

I wished I could go over to the Daweses’ house and play with Nancy. But I couldn’t. The Daweses were not at home.

After awhile, Bully Bobby came over. When Andrew saw him, he said, “I will go get Willie and Kathryn. We need them for the Olympics, too.”

Soon Andrew and Bobby and Kathryn and Willie were running around. “Come play with us, Karen!” called Andrew. “We need more people for the Olympics.”

“No, thank you!” I called back.

“Pleeeease?”

“I said no, thank you.”

Andrew stuck his tongue out at me. I ignored him.

Later, when the kids were busy seeing who could throw a snowball the farthest, Bart sat next to me on the stoop.

“What is wrong, Karen?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Because — ”

“I said nothing is wrong.”

“Okay.”

Bart left me alone after that. When our friends went home, Andrew and Bart and I went inside. But this time, Bart was smart. He asked us to take our boots off at the door so we would not make puddles in the house.

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