The Baby-Sitters Club Friends Forever #3: Mary Anne’s Big Break-up Read Online Free PDF

twelfth-graders!” cried Jill. “They’re, like, four
    years older than us. Some of them are eighteen already.”
    “So what?” said Sunny. “I want to go. Besides, like Maggie said, they
    invited us. So they must want us at the party.”
    “It doesn’t mean we belong there,” said Jil . :”Just think. They’re going to
    be doing al sorts of stuff – “
    “How do you know what they’ll be doing?” asked Sunny.
    “Come on, you guys,” I said, interrupting them. “We don’t have to decide
    this now. We have al today and tomorrow to think about it.”
    “Well, if we do go, we should probably bring something,” Jil went on.
    “What do you mean,” I asked.
    “We can’t show up at a party empty-handed. My mom says. We can bake
    cookies. Or make fudge.”
    “Fud –“ Maggie started to say, and incredulous look on her face.
    “We can talk about it later,” I said again. “End of discussion.”
    I snuck a look at Jill’s face then. She seemed puzzled. She always seems
    puzzled lately. Ordinarily, that would have made me feel protective of her. But
    today I felt annoyed. And then I got mad at myself for feeling annoyed. What kind
    of friend am I?
    Even later Friday afternoon 10/3
    I wonder that a lot lately. What kind of friend am I? Actual y, I think I mean
    what kind of person am I? What kind of friend, sister, stepsister, daughter,
    stepdaughter? I’m not always a very good person. I know that. I also know that
    most people are not “good” all the time, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.
    I don’t like being a bad friend, daughter, sister. But sometimes I can’t help myself, and then I feel guilty.
    Jil is driving me crazy.
    Whoa. I just overheard the most amazing thing. I didn’t mean to. Not
    exactly. I mean, I didn’t intentionally eavesdrop. I just picked up the phone when it rang, and Carol picked it up at the same time on the downstairs extension, and
    when I heard the caller say, “This is Dr. Barnat,” I somehow didn’t manage to
    hang up the phone. Dr. Barnat is Carol’s new gynecologist. And here she was
    cal ing Carol at 5:30. After office hours. Something was up. I really intended to
    hang up the phone, but at the last minute my hand wouldn’t cooperate with my
    brain, so I was still on the extension when I heard Dr. Barnat say, “Well, your EPT
    was correct. You’re pregnant. Roughly three weeks pregnant.”
    I did hang up the phone then, but only because I nearly dropped it. EPT. I
    know what that stands for. Early pregnancy test. Early pregnancy test.
    Oh. My. God.
    Carol is pregnant. I am going to be a big sister again. We are going to
    have a baby in the house.
    Oh. My. GOD.
    I am so amazed that I had to take a little break here and go get a drink of
    water and then throw some of that water on my face. I want to spread the news.
    You hear something like this and all of a sudden things that had recently seemed
    important (like deciding whether to go to the party) don’t seen so important
    anymore. I know I cant go calling people without talking to Carol first, though.
    Wait. She’s off the phone. More later.
    Friday night 10/3
    Well, I just do not understand Carol. She isn’t mad at me for
    eavesdropping. But
    This is confusing. I’m going to start over again.
    Okay. It is now Friday night. Supper is over. Jeff asked if we could eat on
    trays in front of the TV, and Carol said that would be all right. Now Jeff has gone to bed, and Carol is puttering around her room. We’ve already said good night.
    I’m alone, thinking over what happened this afternoon.
    After I hung up the phone, and after I had recovered somewhat, I ran
    downstairs. Carol was already off the phone. She was sitting on a chair in the
    kitchen, looking stunned.
    “Carol?” I said. (She didn’t answer.) “Carol?”
    “What? Oh, Dawn. I didn’t hear you.”
    “Carol, I have to tell you something. I really didn’t mean to do this, but I
    overheard part of your conversation with Dr.