“How long was I gone? You guys have done a lot of work already. Dance solo, Aimee? I’m impressed.”
“You weren’t gone that long,” Aimee said. “But I’d been planning since last night. You know me.”
Madison nodded. “Yup. So where are we supposed to practice?”
“Here,” Fiona said. “Where else would we go?”
“I don’t know. Maybe back to the cabin,” Madison suggested.
“Ivy and her drones are going there,” Fiona said. “I overheard Joan talking when she was on line for the lunch box.”
“Online?” Madison said distractedly.
“Maddie!” Aimee whined. “On the line. You know what she means. Hello? We’re not on the computer anymore.”
“Oh,” Madison said. “Yeah. Silly me. Duh.”
“Du-uh-uh!” Aimee, Fiona, and Lindsay all said at the same time, which made Madison laugh.
“So where’s Stacey?” Madison asked.
“She decided to sing with someone else,” Lindsay said.
“Traitor,” Aimee said under her breath.
“You’re not even good friends with her, Aim,” Madison said. “Why are you getting all annoyed?”
“Just because,” Aimee said.
“Stacey just decided to sing with girls from the next cabin.” Fiona said. “She said that she promised these girls before she told us that she—”
“Okay! We should get started,” Aimee said abruptly. “The clock is ticking.”
Madison stood up and shook her arms by her sides like she was a rag doll. “Okay, boss lady. I’m all warmed up and ready to go.”
“Very funny, Maddie,” Aimee said.
“This is going to be so much fun,” Fiona said.
Aimee clapped. “We are the champions, my friends….” She sang lyrics to the popular song.
“We should have done that song,” Lindsay said.
“Nah,” Madison said. “This friendship one is better. Aimee’s right.”
Aimee held her palm to her forehead with mock sincerity. “Aw, shucks, Madison,” she said. “Why are you saying that?”
“Because that’s what friends are for!” Madison cried.
Everyone erupted into laughter when they heard their song title. They started dancing around.
“Hey, Maddie, what’s that?” Aimee asked.
“What’s what?” Madison asked. She looked down to see a long streak of mud all the way down her jeans.
“Didn’t you just change clothes?” Fiona asked.
“Yeah, I must have wiped my hand on my butt or something…ohhhhhh,” Madison stopped speaking as soon as she saw how huge the spot was.
“You should go change again,” Aimee said.
“Do you have any other pants?” Lindsay asked. “You can borrow mine.”
“No, no, I’m fine,” Madison said. She had packed a pair of painter’s pants. That would solve the clothing dilemma in a snap! Madison sighed and turned on one heel, heading back to the cabin once again.
Could she really be expected to take bigger risks at camp when she couldn’t even keep her pants clean?
Chapter 8
FILE: Talent Show
Went back to the cabin for my pants (again) and grabbed this journal because I figured that I might have time to use it. I’m part of the backup group, so a lot of the time I’m just sitting while everyone else is rehearsing (which has officially lasted fifty-four minutes so far). This is my life on a big rock watching the time go by—la la la …
Bigwheels would crack up. We’re jumping around out here on the lawn where anyone could see us and I bet we look really, really silly. Everyone else is practicing for the talent show inside a room somewhere with a boom box, which is bad enough, but we’re stuck here practicing with one of the counselors’ smartphones. I can barely hear the song! I wish I could send her an email right this very minute.
Despite all the fuss, it sure is a blast singing with my BFFs. My group of friends keeps getting bigger and bigger and this doesn’t even include the guys. Eat your heart out, Poison Ivy. She really does make my skin crawl. Ha!
Rude Awakening: Too bad they don’t have a talent show for being a good friend. I
“You weren’t gone that long,” Aimee said. “But I’d been planning since last night. You know me.”
Madison nodded. “Yup. So where are we supposed to practice?”
“Here,” Fiona said. “Where else would we go?”
“I don’t know. Maybe back to the cabin,” Madison suggested.
“Ivy and her drones are going there,” Fiona said. “I overheard Joan talking when she was on line for the lunch box.”
“Online?” Madison said distractedly.
“Maddie!” Aimee whined. “On the line. You know what she means. Hello? We’re not on the computer anymore.”
“Oh,” Madison said. “Yeah. Silly me. Duh.”
“Du-uh-uh!” Aimee, Fiona, and Lindsay all said at the same time, which made Madison laugh.
“So where’s Stacey?” Madison asked.
“She decided to sing with someone else,” Lindsay said.
“Traitor,” Aimee said under her breath.
“You’re not even good friends with her, Aim,” Madison said. “Why are you getting all annoyed?”
“Just because,” Aimee said.
“Stacey just decided to sing with girls from the next cabin.” Fiona said. “She said that she promised these girls before she told us that she—”
“Okay! We should get started,” Aimee said abruptly. “The clock is ticking.”
Madison stood up and shook her arms by her sides like she was a rag doll. “Okay, boss lady. I’m all warmed up and ready to go.”
“Very funny, Maddie,” Aimee said.
“This is going to be so much fun,” Fiona said.
Aimee clapped. “We are the champions, my friends….” She sang lyrics to the popular song.
“We should have done that song,” Lindsay said.
“Nah,” Madison said. “This friendship one is better. Aimee’s right.”
Aimee held her palm to her forehead with mock sincerity. “Aw, shucks, Madison,” she said. “Why are you saying that?”
“Because that’s what friends are for!” Madison cried.
Everyone erupted into laughter when they heard their song title. They started dancing around.
“Hey, Maddie, what’s that?” Aimee asked.
“What’s what?” Madison asked. She looked down to see a long streak of mud all the way down her jeans.
“Didn’t you just change clothes?” Fiona asked.
“Yeah, I must have wiped my hand on my butt or something…ohhhhhh,” Madison stopped speaking as soon as she saw how huge the spot was.
“You should go change again,” Aimee said.
“Do you have any other pants?” Lindsay asked. “You can borrow mine.”
“No, no, I’m fine,” Madison said. She had packed a pair of painter’s pants. That would solve the clothing dilemma in a snap! Madison sighed and turned on one heel, heading back to the cabin once again.
Could she really be expected to take bigger risks at camp when she couldn’t even keep her pants clean?
Chapter 8
FILE: Talent Show
Went back to the cabin for my pants (again) and grabbed this journal because I figured that I might have time to use it. I’m part of the backup group, so a lot of the time I’m just sitting while everyone else is rehearsing (which has officially lasted fifty-four minutes so far). This is my life on a big rock watching the time go by—la la la …
Bigwheels would crack up. We’re jumping around out here on the lawn where anyone could see us and I bet we look really, really silly. Everyone else is practicing for the talent show inside a room somewhere with a boom box, which is bad enough, but we’re stuck here practicing with one of the counselors’ smartphones. I can barely hear the song! I wish I could send her an email right this very minute.
Despite all the fuss, it sure is a blast singing with my BFFs. My group of friends keeps getting bigger and bigger and this doesn’t even include the guys. Eat your heart out, Poison Ivy. She really does make my skin crawl. Ha!
Rude Awakening: Too bad they don’t have a talent show for being a good friend. I
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