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"Kristy's Big Decision"

CHAPTER 1

"So, Anastasia and Demetri got married and lived happily ever after."

As I closed the book, my seven and a half-year-old stepsister, Karen, looked up at me thoughtfully.

"Kristy, is Anastasia real?" She asked.

Karen was never short on questions.

"Yes." I replied. "But she's not around anymore."

Karen frowned.

"But what if she is? What if she came here to Stoneybrook?" She asked. Her eyes were wide with excitement behind her blue glasses.

Karen wears two pairs of glasses. She wears a blue pair for reading and a pink pair the rest of the time.

"I don't think so, kiddo." I said. With that, I tucked the covers around my sister, kissed her cheek and ruffled her hair.

"I love you." Karen said as she hugged her plush cat, Goosie, close.

"Love you too, Karen." I replied. "Sleep tight now."

As I left the room, I Heard Karen mumble "Anastasia." Quietly before starting to hum "Once Upon a December."

I smiled as I left the room.

It seemed my whole family-well with the exception of the adults had caught "Anastasia" fever.

And that's saying a lot, since I have such a huge family.

You already know who Karen is, and who I am. Well you know my name at least.

I'm Kristy Thomas. I have brown hair and eyes and I'm on the short side. But don't let my height fool you for a second. I make up for it with my assertiveness, (some people call it being bossy.) and my well of ideas that never seems to dry up.

Besides me and Karen, there's my mother and stepfather, Watson, our grandmother, Nannie and my little sister, Emily Michelle. She just turned three two months ago. Then there's my stepbrother Andrew, (he's Karen's brother) and my little brother, David Michael, whose also seven. He and Karen are the same age, but Karen is a few months younger than him. They get along most of the time.

Then there are the pets. Shannon is David Michael's Burmese Mountain dog puppy. Even though she's big, she still has a lot of puppy left in her. She's sweet and friendly and loves to play.

Then there's Pumpkin. We adopted her after Watson's cat, Boo-Boo passed away. Pumpkin is energetic, sweet and loves to be around people. She especially loves Karen.

I guess it's a good thing we live in a mansion. That's right. I said a mansion.

IT has thirteen rooms, including an attic that Karen swears is haunted by the ghost of Ben Brewer. He's one of Watson's relatives.

Oh, I almost forgot about my older Brothers, Sam and Charlie.

Charlie is on his own now and Sam still lives with us. Even though Charlie has his own place, he comes over for dinner a lot. In fact, he's here so often that Mom jokes he'll be moving back in before school starts.

I had been baby-sitting for Karen and Emily Michelle while Mom and Watson had gone to a dinner party in Stanford. Stanford is a city close to Stoneybrook.

David Michael had slept over his best friend, Linny's and Sam was out on a date.

Right after Mom and Watson took off, I asked the two girls what they wanted to do.

Emily, who was talking more and more these days, smiled and pointed to the dress up trunk in the corner of the playroom.

"Kristy, dress up!" She insisted excitedly. She had just started saying my name and she was very proud of herself. Now she was saying it as often as she could.

I grinned.

"Sure!" I said. I glanced at Karen. "Is that okay with you, sis?"

Karen frowned.

"Can we watch Anastasia?" She asked. "Please? Daddy bought me my own copy after I won my gymnastics competition last week."

I sighed.

Even though trying to please two kids wasn't' something I enjoyed doing, I counted myself fortunate. At least I didn't have seven siblings to worry about. Unlike my friend, Mallory Pike, who was coming home from a year at boarding school.

She has seven brothers and sisters at home.

If you think my family is big, wait until you hear about hers.

But before I get into that, let's get back to that night.

I knew Emily was still too little to enjoy the movie, even though she loved the songs.

I also remembered what had happened when we had watched it for the first time as a family.

When the scene with Rasputin came on, Emily started crying and Nannie had to take her out of the room.

"Karen, why don't we compromise." I suggested.

Karen looked at me expectantly.

"Why don't we pretend we live in Anastasia's palace. That way, you can decide how the movie ends. And then we'll watch the movie after Emily's asleep. She goes to bed an hour and a half before you do."

Karen smiled at my suggestion. I was glad she had gone with it.

"Okay!" She agreed.

I sighed with relief as Karen started getting things ready for our game.

Another crisis was averted for now.

After we were done playing the game, it was almost time for Emily to go to bed.

I got her ready, read to her and sung her a song.

Once Emily was tucked in, I went back downstairs to watch "Anastasia" with my sister.

Karen stayed awake until the end. She jumped a little at the scary parts, but they didn't' scare her too badly.

After the movie was over, Karen got ready for bed. She insisted on reading the chapter book of "Anastasia" as a bedtime story.

I agreed and reminded her that we could only read two chapters.

Karen was fine with this and we started reading.

And you know the rest from there.

All in all, the night had been an easy and fun one for everyone.

As I sat down in the living room to wait for Mom and Watson to return, the phone rang.

Not wanting it to wake Karen or Emily, I snatched it up on the second ring.

"Hello?" I asked. "Thomas/Brewer residence."

"Hey!" Came Claudia Kishi's voice. "I'm so glad to be home."

I smiled wryly just thinking of the sitting Job Claud might have experienced.

"You were sitting for the Rodowsky's right?" I asked.

"Yup." Claud replied. "And boy am I glad to be done. The kids were good." She added quickly. "But you know Jackie."

"I do." I agreed.

Jackie Rodowsky is a red headed, freckled eight-year-old who can get into trouble no matter where he is.

If it's breakable and Jackie's around, it's bound to get broken.

Jackie means well, but he's very accident prone.

The members of the bSC, which is what we used to be, call him "the walking disaster."

"What did our walking disaster do now?" I asked as I settled against the couch.

As Claudia launched into the story of her sitting job with the three boys, I couldn't help but smile.

I missed reading about my friend's baby-sitting adventures in the club notebook.

As I continued to listen to Claud, my brain started coming up with another idea.

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to get the club back together again.