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down, since everyone would at least try to get in to the Divas’ Den. It was like pledging the best sorority.
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I wished Nick had walked over to the table with me. I couldn’t be a Diva. That pudge I’d lost could creep back anytime, and I’d be laughed out of there like a bad joke. I would live in fear of fudge pops all summer.
“I don’t think I’ll get in,” I finally managed to say, my clammy hands clenching and unclenching.
“Don’t be silly. Even Hannah says you could get in this year if you lose the geekster accessory.” She pointed the purple Sharpie at Nick.
She might as well have jabbed it in my chest. Nick and I were a team. He was my best friend.
Still, I turned to where he stood with my oversized suitcase. It was half his size. He smiled at me, not knowing that Brittany had just said something cruel about him and I hadn’t even come to his defense. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I just wasn’t good at disagreeing with people.
“Oh…um… Okay.” I smiled at her so she didn’t think I was being impolite. “I have to go put my stuff in my cabin, but I’ll think about it.”
Brittany frowned for a minute, like she couldn’t imagine anyone not rushing to join the best cabin at camp. But then, she smiled and nodded.
“Oh, I get it.” She winked. “You need help with that bag. Smart girl.” She patted my shoulder. “You’ll make a great Diva.”
Horrified, I walked back to Nick. Heat flared in my cheeks.
“I didn’t see you sign up.” Nick looked worried.
“I don’t…” Words escaped me. I couldn’t tell him what she’d said. “Um. Maybe when we come back from the cabins.”
But I knew that wouldn’t happen.
I’d rather have popcorn thrown at me again than lose Nick. My BFF.
Still, when he gave me a crooked grin, his dimples appearing in both cheeks, I couldn’t shake a sense of worry. I mean, I worried about everything, but this was different. It felt like a gray cloud had taken away all my sunny hopes for the summer and I wasn’t sure why…
TODAY
Three days after the mysterious “Yours, Nick” letter, I stood on the beach with one foot pressed to the side of my knee, back straight, the lake lapping against the rocky shore. I squinted in the rose-colored light as a sliver of lemon-colored sun peeped over the horizon.
My foot lowered, and I reached overhead, fingers stretching to the lavender clouds. My back and shoulder muscles loosened and relaxed, my mind soothed. After a minute of holding the yoga pose, I lowered my arms, brought my palms together, and bowed to the sunrise. Namaste . Something so beautiful deserved my respect, as did all living things, my yoga teacher taught me. And yes. That included Brooke.
After splashing my flushed face and neck, I flopped down on a raised, oval-shaped rock and pulled Nick’s creased blue note out of my shorts pocket. My eyes lingered for the bajillionth time on “Yours, Nick,” the same lightness overtaking me at words that could mean so little or so much.
I didn’t know how he felt, so I hadn’t written back. Besides, even if I wanted to start something with Nick… obviously, I couldn’t. Brooke was mean enough to Hannah. If she thought for a second that I was trying to steal her man? Hell hath no fury like a YouTube sensation scorned. Or something like that.
A stuttering whistle broke the quiet as a kingfisher glided to the shoreline. It cocked its blue-feathered head at me before scuttling along the beach, searching out breakfast. It dismissed me as easily as humans did.
In fact, I was pretty sure I saw one of the Munchies’ Manor girls on the beach when I’d first arrived this morning, but she’d been so intent on meeting a boy, she hadn’t even noticed me. Who knew Trinity—the astrology-obsessed artist with a notorious crush on an older boy—would land the crush of her dreams? I was ninety-nine percent sure she met the camp owners’ grandson,
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I wished Nick had walked over to the table with me. I couldn’t be a Diva. That pudge I’d lost could creep back anytime, and I’d be laughed out of there like a bad joke. I would live in fear of fudge pops all summer.
“I don’t think I’ll get in,” I finally managed to say, my clammy hands clenching and unclenching.
“Don’t be silly. Even Hannah says you could get in this year if you lose the geekster accessory.” She pointed the purple Sharpie at Nick.
She might as well have jabbed it in my chest. Nick and I were a team. He was my best friend.
Still, I turned to where he stood with my oversized suitcase. It was half his size. He smiled at me, not knowing that Brittany had just said something cruel about him and I hadn’t even come to his defense. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I just wasn’t good at disagreeing with people.
“Oh…um… Okay.” I smiled at her so she didn’t think I was being impolite. “I have to go put my stuff in my cabin, but I’ll think about it.”
Brittany frowned for a minute, like she couldn’t imagine anyone not rushing to join the best cabin at camp. But then, she smiled and nodded.
“Oh, I get it.” She winked. “You need help with that bag. Smart girl.” She patted my shoulder. “You’ll make a great Diva.”
Horrified, I walked back to Nick. Heat flared in my cheeks.
“I didn’t see you sign up.” Nick looked worried.
“I don’t…” Words escaped me. I couldn’t tell him what she’d said. “Um. Maybe when we come back from the cabins.”
But I knew that wouldn’t happen.
I’d rather have popcorn thrown at me again than lose Nick. My BFF.
Still, when he gave me a crooked grin, his dimples appearing in both cheeks, I couldn’t shake a sense of worry. I mean, I worried about everything, but this was different. It felt like a gray cloud had taken away all my sunny hopes for the summer and I wasn’t sure why…
TODAY
Three days after the mysterious “Yours, Nick” letter, I stood on the beach with one foot pressed to the side of my knee, back straight, the lake lapping against the rocky shore. I squinted in the rose-colored light as a sliver of lemon-colored sun peeped over the horizon.
My foot lowered, and I reached overhead, fingers stretching to the lavender clouds. My back and shoulder muscles loosened and relaxed, my mind soothed. After a minute of holding the yoga pose, I lowered my arms, brought my palms together, and bowed to the sunrise. Namaste . Something so beautiful deserved my respect, as did all living things, my yoga teacher taught me. And yes. That included Brooke.
After splashing my flushed face and neck, I flopped down on a raised, oval-shaped rock and pulled Nick’s creased blue note out of my shorts pocket. My eyes lingered for the bajillionth time on “Yours, Nick,” the same lightness overtaking me at words that could mean so little or so much.
I didn’t know how he felt, so I hadn’t written back. Besides, even if I wanted to start something with Nick… obviously, I couldn’t. Brooke was mean enough to Hannah. If she thought for a second that I was trying to steal her man? Hell hath no fury like a YouTube sensation scorned. Or something like that.
A stuttering whistle broke the quiet as a kingfisher glided to the shoreline. It cocked its blue-feathered head at me before scuttling along the beach, searching out breakfast. It dismissed me as easily as humans did.
In fact, I was pretty sure I saw one of the Munchies’ Manor girls on the beach when I’d first arrived this morning, but she’d been so intent on meeting a boy, she hadn’t even noticed me. Who knew Trinity—the astrology-obsessed artist with a notorious crush on an older boy—would land the crush of her dreams? I was ninety-nine percent sure she met the camp owners’ grandson,
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