however, CeCe accepted that the other campers had not been eager to experience nature in the form of lilting wind songs, blinking jewels of sunlight, or sky-reaching trees. When the third arrival of cabin mates assumed the clique-ish and tittering obsessions of the departed first two groups, CeCe realized that other kids came to camp with an interest in the nature of boys.
âYou should sit next to Brian at the campfire tonight,â one girl said to another on their groupâs walk from the lake. âMy brother is in his cabin and said Brian thinks youâre cute.â
CeCe considered herself average-looking and there were a fair number of boys her age, black, white, and a few Latino, for her to join her fawning peers. Instead, CeCeâs skin tightened whenever the topic of boys came up, which was constantly. None of their bodies were blooming behind their shorts and tank tops, yet these other girls who occupied bunks each week all around CeCe were already painting their fingernails, wearing curlers in their hair and boasting encyclopedic knowledge on all things boy .
With each cohort, CeCe was one of a handful of other social misfits who actually poured effort and attention into weaving their dream catchers, roasting sâmores, discovering leaves on a hike, learning to wrap an ankle bandage. CeCe learned to maneuver around their giggling huddles in the arts-and-crafts tent, by the canoe docks, before and after meals. She let the crunch of twigs and leaves drown away their chatter as she walked another clipboard to the main office for Hoot or escaped into the quiet of a wooded path.
Befriending the girls made CeCe equally anxious. She couldnât tell when she was having a conversation or being sized up. CeCe was uncertain of Hoot, and the other counselors, as well. They didnât ask questions of her, the way Mrs. Anderson did. When they hugged her, the insides of their arms werenât warm, like Mrs. Castellanosâ. They delivered spirited but unvaried welcomes at the camp kickoff week after week.
By CeCeâs sixth week, she was all brood and silence. She was lonely, unhappy, and stuck. Hoot had given up on trying to legislate CeCeâs good cheer and simply allowed her to wander the grounds, choose her own activities and exist along the periphery until their summer sentence could come to an end.
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On a trek to retrieve oversized Band-Aids for Hoot, CeCe stopped along the trail to watch a rabbit. She stood in the middle of the pathway, quiet and still, when a boyâs voice made her spin around. She knew his name was Dwayne, one of the most-discussed boys in her cabin. Two other boys flanked him, but CeCe didnât know their names.
âChill out,â Dwayne said. âWeâre not bears.â
CeCe wanted to run, but forced her legs to settle themselves. It was easy to see why his name had taken root in the mouths of so many of her fellow campers. Dwayne was dark-complexioned and lean, with the promise of broad shoulders one day. His teeth overlapped and his smile glinted with mischief. More boys like Dwayne had started to join her student body at Neil Armstrong Elementary, now that the district was experimenting with expanded enrollment requirements. Boys like Dwayne came to her school with crisp outfits and a fresh haircut every Monday morning. She acknowledged the appeal of a boy like Dwayne in her innermost workings, but simply had no idea what to do about it all.
CeCe intended to slip her hands into the pockets of her shorts but missed. Again, she willed her body not to panic. Instead, she heard herself mumble.
âYouâd be some small bears.â
âSmall bears?â repeated one of the boys, his eyebrows raised in surprised peaks. âMan, she said weâd be small bears.â
Her chest seized. CeCe had seen how easily one lightly tossed joke could detonate into playground wreckage. Dwayne looked to his friend and back at
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