“Yeah, who’s this?” Cindy asked.
“It’s Barbie. You wanna come over?” Barbie asked.
“I can’t,” Cindy said sadly. “I gotta babysit my niece Missy.”
“Well, okay. G’bye,” Barbie said sadly, as she hung up the phone.
It was only 7:30 in the morning, so Barbie didn’t have anything to do. She didn’t want to go to the park because Kelly might be there and she didn’t want anything to happen like it did before. So she fixed herself some toast with peanut butter and went to watch Superman on television. Just as she was beginning to enjoy it, her little brother, Alvin, came in and turned on Popeye. Then he sat down on the couch and fell asleep. So Barbie got up to turn Superman back on, and the minute she changed the channel, Alvin was wide awake.
“Hey,” he said. “I was watching that!”
“You were not,” Barbie said, turning Superman back on.
Then Alvin, being only four, used his never-fail method to get what he wanted.
“Mommy!” he screamed. “Barbie won’t let me watch Popeye and I was here first!”
Barbie started to say something, but before she could, her mother told her to leave Alvin alone and do something else.
“All you do is stick up for Alvin!” Barbie stomped outside and got on her bike. I’m never gonna come back, she thought as she pedaled down the street. Barbie didn’t know where she was going but she knew she wanted to get there. She passed the store and the school.
“Maybe I’ll go to the Y and swim,” she said aloud. But when she got there she found it didn’t open until 10 o’clock. It was only 8:00, and Barbie didn’t know what to do or where to go.
They probably don’t even know I’m gone from home yet, she thought. So Barbie got on the bike and took off again.
At home they did know she was gone. But they weren’t very worried. Barbie had run away before. And she was always back within two hours because she got hungry.
“I’m glad she’s gone,” Alvin said suddenly.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Alvin,” said Byron, Barbie’s older brother. “But I’m glad, too.”
“That’s enough, you two,” Gordon, Barbie’s father, said. “Well, I gotta get going. Don’t e
sent to be late for my golf game. ‘Bye all.” And he kissed Ann and left.
It was 9:00 when Barbie decided to go home. Now she was at the riverbed throwing rocks into the little stream that trickled down the middle. As she was climbing up, she slipped and cut her knee on a sharp rock. The cut didn’t hurt very much so she climbed the rest of the way up. Just then a police car drove up. Barbie figured she wasn’t supposed to be there, so she got on her bike and took off. The policeman called after her, but Barbie just kept on going.
When Barbie came in, she expected to have her mother come running out to meet her. Instead, Ann just said, “Hi, I’m glad you decided to come home. You missed breakfast.” And she walked down the hall into the den.
“Well, how do you like that?” Barbie mused. Then she went to her room to write in her diary about her little adventure.
I ran away today, she wrote, and my mom didn’t even care. If I would have got hit by a car she would probably go to a PTA meeting instead of taking care of me.
A cop tried to stop me today when I was down by the riverbed. But I rode away before he got me.