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redecorating my room.” She glanced at me. “Okay if I ask her over?” she whispered.
    â€œSure,” I replied.
    â€œWant to come over?” she yelled.
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œLet yourself in,” Mary Anne told her. “Dad’s not home.”
    Kristy disappeared from her window. A few minutes later, we heard the Spiers’ front door open and close, and then the sound of feet running up the stairs. “Hi,” said Kristy. “Gosh, what’s all this stuff?”
    â€œDawn brought it over,” Mary Anne replied. “It’s from their old house in California. They don’t need it anymore. Dawn thought I could use it in here. Dad’s letting me take the baby stuff — Alice in Wonderland and Humpty Dumpty — off my walls and put up things I want — posters, a photo of the club members, if I could get one.”
    â€œHe’s letting you put thumbtacks in the walls?” asked Kristy incredulously.
    â€œI guess so.”
    Kristy brushed her messy brown hair out of her eyes. “How come you didn’t tell
me
you were going to start redecorating?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Mary Anne answered hesitantly.
    Kristy turned to me, but she continued to talk to Mary Anne. “You know, I might have some things you could use, too. Remember last year when we made that poster for art class and it won the prize? You could put that up. I still have it.”
    â€œYou
do
?” cried Mary Anne. “That would be great! We had fun making that.”
    â€œAnd you know that stencil kit Watson gave me?” she went on.
    â€œYeah?” said Mary Anne excitedly.
    â€œWe could paint those awful pink picture frames and then stencil designs on them.”
    â€œOh, great!”
    Kristy smirked at me.
    I felt completely left out. After that, the three of us worked on Mary Anne’s room for hours. We talked and planned and giggled. But I noticed two things: 1) Kristy only spoke directly to Mary Anne; 2) Kristy never laughed at my jokes. (Even though Mary Anne did.)
    I was beginning to worry. I didn’t think Kristy liked me very much, and that was not a good situation, since I was a member of the Baby-sitters Club — and she was the president.

The first time I met Mary Anne Spier, she was sitting at a table all by herself in the cafeteria. It was my second day at Stoneybrook Middle School, my fourth day in Connecticut. The members of the Baby-sitters Club had just had a huge fight and were mad at each other. They weren’t even speaking. They were all sitting with other friends — except for Mary Anne, who didn’t have any other friends.
    Ordinarily, Mary Anne sat with Kristy and the Shillaber twins. Now that she and Kristy are friends again, they’re back to their usual lunch group. Sometimes I join them, sometimes I join Claudia and Stacey, who sit with a different crowd — girls
and
boys. Kristy and Mary Anne think boys are dumb. Stacey and Claudia love them. I’m deciding.
    The Monday after I helped Mary Anne redecorate her room, I sat with her, Kristy, and Mariahand Miranda (the twins), even though Kristy was giving me some pretty chilly looks.
    The four of us spread our lunches out. The twins had bought the hot lunch. Ew, ew, ew. It was a grayish tuna salad, potato chips, limp green beans, a Popsicle, and milk.
    Kristy and Mary Anne and I had brought our lunches. Kristy’s and Mary Anne’s were the same. They had each brought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an apple, a bag of Doritos, and a box of fruit juice. They brought that lunch almost every day. It must be the Connecticut state lunch or something.
    It was nothing like what I’d brought.
    â€œWhat’s that you’ve got?” asked Kristy, pointing to my lunch.
    I opened a Tupperware container. “Tofu salad.” I unwrapped some foil pouches. “And dried apple rings, a granola bar, and some grapefruit.”
    I saw Kristy