little embarrassed about how my entries look. But I write in the book anyway, because it z's a good idea. Besides, Kristy insists on it.

Our meeting that day was almost over. In between phone calls and after we'd taken care of club business, I told everyone about how I thought someone had been in my room. Nobody took this seriously; maybe they didn't believe me. After all, my room didn't look all that different tothem. Jessi jokingly suggested that the FBI must be after me for some reason, and Dawn thought maybe it was the work of a ghost. (Sheloves ghost stories.) Kristy wanted me to set up an elaborate trap to catch whoevermight have been in my room, but the others didn't think it was worth the work. I decided they were right. In fact, I decided the whole thing probablyhad been in my head.

Just as the meeting was ending, guess who called. Derek Masters' mom! So hewas back in town. Mrs. Masters said she'd be needing sitters quite often, since she and Mr. Masters were very busy managing Derek's career. I have to admit that we squabbled just a little over who would get the first job — everybody was kind of excited about sitting for a STAR — but Kristy was actually the only one free that Friday, which was the day Mrs. Masters was calling about. So she got the job.

After the meeting, I put my room back in

order, checking again to make sure nothing was missing. Nothing was. I figured I had just imagined the whole thing. After all, why would anyone be interested in my makeup and stuff? It didn't make sense.

Chapter 3.

Kristy was a little nervous about being the first to sit for the Masters boys. She hadn't seen Derek for a long time. For all she knew, he might have changed a lot.