tale about a troll who guards this bridge and won’t let anyone pass unless they pay,” she added.
“I know about the fairy tale,” Siobhan huffed. “I just don’t understand how it fits the gift or why they’d give it to me.”
“Maybe you owe someone, Siobhan,” breathed Trinity, the faraway look in her eyes. “Karma-wise.”
I expected Siobhan to point out that “karma-wise” wasn’t a word. So I nearly fell over when she squealed, girly style.
“I’d like to owe Rafael Cruz.” She slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide as if she’d just revealed a state secret.
“Heck yes. He’s perfect for you.” I took out a fresh pack of gum and offered a piece to all my cabin mates, including Yasmine. “You should definitely be pursuing a chess champ. Talk about karma. Or would that be kismet?”
Even Trinity looked unsure.
Siobhan studied her toenails, her voice low. “I just mean I like him as a friend, guys.”
“You should challenge him to a friendly game then, Siobhan.” Jackie sauntered over to study the troll doll, and I noticed Siobhan carefully steered the conversation back to the randomness of her Secret Camp Angel gift.
I put down my own present to check out outfit options. If it was a book like my friends all thought, I wasn’t that interested. My parents made me read enough of the self-help kind to last me through three reincarnations.
“I think it’s a great gift,” Emily insisted, hopping into the conversation and holding the troll doll up high for us all to admire it. “Besides, it’s not the gift…”
“But the thought that counts,” the rest of us finished for her. We’d heard her say that to lots of disgruntled campers this week. While the camp had never been so energized, not everyone was a satisfied customer.
I held up a pale pink gauzy sundress and admired my tan in the mirror. Would Javier like it? My gaze fell to the wilted purple flower he’d given me. It dangled over the side of a half-filled Dixie cup perched on our window sill. He’d barely said a word to me all week, but the bloom must mean that he liked me a little. Or at least didn’t hate me anymore. It was a start.
“That’s right, ladies.” Emily’s gums flashed in a toothy smile. “And I’ve got a big gift in store for all of you!”
The cabin quieted. Emily had been dropping hints about a field trip ever since that first day.
“A rafting trip?” Jackie asked at the same time Yasmine blurted something about a local museum.
“Better!” Emily hopped around in a circle, dangly gold earrings bobbing. “I got permission from Gollum—that is, Mr. Woodrow—today, and I’m taking you all on the set of Mine Forever , the historical movie they’re filming in Waynesville!”
A movie? I almost couldn’t believe my ears. How could Emily know my secret dream of acting?
Excited talk broke out in the cabin. Piper and Siobhan seemed the most excited, but then they knew more about local history than the rest of us and the movie was based on a nineteenth-century mining incident in the mountains. That part was kind of a yawn for me. But still, it was a movie. Filmed here.
Then Emily hopped up and down more.
“And you haven’t heard the best part.” She looked out the cabin door, as if she was worried someone would overhear. Then, leaning back in, she lowered her voice. “I think we’re all going to be extras!”
“Extras?” Now this was getting good. Really, really good. Before I got too excited though, I pressed for clarification. “Like we’ll be in the movie?”
“That’s the plan!” Emily squealed.
I wondered if my parents would notice me if I was on the big screen. Would news of this trump their Twitter feed?
Distracted, I missed some of the discussion, although I did overhear something about having to get permission forms faxed from our parents if we wanted to attend. As if anyone wouldn’t go. I’d probably have to forge a document if I wanted that to happen
“I know about the fairy tale,” Siobhan huffed. “I just don’t understand how it fits the gift or why they’d give it to me.”
“Maybe you owe someone, Siobhan,” breathed Trinity, the faraway look in her eyes. “Karma-wise.”
I expected Siobhan to point out that “karma-wise” wasn’t a word. So I nearly fell over when she squealed, girly style.
“I’d like to owe Rafael Cruz.” She slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide as if she’d just revealed a state secret.
“Heck yes. He’s perfect for you.” I took out a fresh pack of gum and offered a piece to all my cabin mates, including Yasmine. “You should definitely be pursuing a chess champ. Talk about karma. Or would that be kismet?”
Even Trinity looked unsure.
Siobhan studied her toenails, her voice low. “I just mean I like him as a friend, guys.”
“You should challenge him to a friendly game then, Siobhan.” Jackie sauntered over to study the troll doll, and I noticed Siobhan carefully steered the conversation back to the randomness of her Secret Camp Angel gift.
I put down my own present to check out outfit options. If it was a book like my friends all thought, I wasn’t that interested. My parents made me read enough of the self-help kind to last me through three reincarnations.
“I think it’s a great gift,” Emily insisted, hopping into the conversation and holding the troll doll up high for us all to admire it. “Besides, it’s not the gift…”
“But the thought that counts,” the rest of us finished for her. We’d heard her say that to lots of disgruntled campers this week. While the camp had never been so energized, not everyone was a satisfied customer.
I held up a pale pink gauzy sundress and admired my tan in the mirror. Would Javier like it? My gaze fell to the wilted purple flower he’d given me. It dangled over the side of a half-filled Dixie cup perched on our window sill. He’d barely said a word to me all week, but the bloom must mean that he liked me a little. Or at least didn’t hate me anymore. It was a start.
“That’s right, ladies.” Emily’s gums flashed in a toothy smile. “And I’ve got a big gift in store for all of you!”
The cabin quieted. Emily had been dropping hints about a field trip ever since that first day.
“A rafting trip?” Jackie asked at the same time Yasmine blurted something about a local museum.
“Better!” Emily hopped around in a circle, dangly gold earrings bobbing. “I got permission from Gollum—that is, Mr. Woodrow—today, and I’m taking you all on the set of Mine Forever , the historical movie they’re filming in Waynesville!”
A movie? I almost couldn’t believe my ears. How could Emily know my secret dream of acting?
Excited talk broke out in the cabin. Piper and Siobhan seemed the most excited, but then they knew more about local history than the rest of us and the movie was based on a nineteenth-century mining incident in the mountains. That part was kind of a yawn for me. But still, it was a movie. Filmed here.
Then Emily hopped up and down more.
“And you haven’t heard the best part.” She looked out the cabin door, as if she was worried someone would overhear. Then, leaning back in, she lowered her voice. “I think we’re all going to be extras!”
“Extras?” Now this was getting good. Really, really good. Before I got too excited though, I pressed for clarification. “Like we’ll be in the movie?”
“That’s the plan!” Emily squealed.
I wondered if my parents would notice me if I was on the big screen. Would news of this trump their Twitter feed?
Distracted, I missed some of the discussion, although I did overhear something about having to get permission forms faxed from our parents if we wanted to attend. As if anyone wouldn’t go. I’d probably have to forge a document if I wanted that to happen
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