get to be the first one Donovan practices with,” complained Serena, who stomped her feet in protest.
“Donovan said, Donovan said, I, I, n-need ex-extra help practicing my b-breathing!” interrupted Callie, a redhead whose face was as tomato-colored as her swimsuit. When she was nervous she stuttered.
Suddenly all eight peeps were yelling at once, and then they started shoving. Serena grabbed Mackenzie’s pigtails and began to pull.
“Not again,” I groaned. Yelling at the girls never worked. I needed two people to break up a fight, and Alexis was at the main office dealing with some paperwork. What was I going to do? I heard someone laughing and turned around. Donovan was standing two feet away. That gave me an idea. I ran over.
“Hey, Sam,” Donovan said, chuckling. “Having a rough day?”
Court’s crush was cute, and the Aussie accent only added to his dreaminess, but I didn’t have time to drool. I reached for the whistle around his neck, pulled him toward me and blew into it as loudly as I could, trying not to laugh at the shocked look on Donovan’s face. The girls stopped their fighting at once.
“If you guys don’t cut it out immediately then NONE OF YOU are going swimming today,” I told them sternly. Serena immediately started to sniffle. Swimming was her favorite activity and she would hate to miss it. Everyone else was quiet. “That’s more like it.” I smiled. “Now if you all file behind me, we’ll head down to the water and all walk in at the SAME TIME. Then Donovan will decide what activity you do first. Understood?” They all nodded.
“Nice one, mate,” Donovan said admiringly. “I can take it from here.”
“Are you sure? I know there are a lot of them,” I told Donovan. “If you want me to help you I can.” Even though Donovan ran the class, I always offered to help out. I felt guilty sitting on the sand watching him work.
“I’ve got it,” Donovan insisted. “I’ll call you over in a minute.” He smiled. “Oh, and if you see Court later, tell her I said hi.”
“I will.” I tried to suppress a grin. Court was going to flip when she heard that.
I walked back toward the pile of my peeps’ discarded towels and began to tidy up. After I laid them all out on the sand, I pulled off my sweatshorts and tank top. I had my shirt over my head when I heard voices.
“Thanks so much for the invite, Ash,” someone said breathlessly. It sounded like one of the girls from 8A. “I’m beyond excited!”
“This is going to be your best sleepover ever,” said another. “I can’t believe your dad is letting you hire a DJ and we’re playing
Guitar Hero and
having mani/pedis done.”
“Since I’m stuck with a lame January birthday and you guys aren’t around, Daddy had to do something spectacular to make up for it,” I heard Ashley say. “But remember — my sleepover is supposed to be hush-hush. Daddy doesn’t want people to feel left out.”
I had to stop myself from laughing. Court said Ashley used this excuse every year and then she proceeded to tell everyone at camp about her party anyway.
“So how many girls were invited?” someone asked.
“Ten,” Ashley said. “You girls in 8A, of course. A few marshmallows who are so eager to come they’ll do all the grunt work for the bash, and then Gabby.”
By this point, I had my shirt off, and was trying my best not to be noticed. I was halfway to the water’s edge when I realized I had forgotten a hair tie and had to go back.
“You didn’t invite your other bunkmates?” I heard a girl ask.
“Are you kidding me? Those geeks? I barely speak to them,” Ashley sniffed. “Especially since, you know, they have so many issues.”
“What kind of issues?” another girl asked.
“I shouldn’t say.” Ashley sounded serious. “It would be rude of me to talk behind their backs.” The girls started to beg. “Okay, but this is strictly confidential,” she said not a second later. “Courtney has daddy
“Donovan said, Donovan said, I, I, n-need ex-extra help practicing my b-breathing!” interrupted Callie, a redhead whose face was as tomato-colored as her swimsuit. When she was nervous she stuttered.
Suddenly all eight peeps were yelling at once, and then they started shoving. Serena grabbed Mackenzie’s pigtails and began to pull.
“Not again,” I groaned. Yelling at the girls never worked. I needed two people to break up a fight, and Alexis was at the main office dealing with some paperwork. What was I going to do? I heard someone laughing and turned around. Donovan was standing two feet away. That gave me an idea. I ran over.
“Hey, Sam,” Donovan said, chuckling. “Having a rough day?”
Court’s crush was cute, and the Aussie accent only added to his dreaminess, but I didn’t have time to drool. I reached for the whistle around his neck, pulled him toward me and blew into it as loudly as I could, trying not to laugh at the shocked look on Donovan’s face. The girls stopped their fighting at once.
“If you guys don’t cut it out immediately then NONE OF YOU are going swimming today,” I told them sternly. Serena immediately started to sniffle. Swimming was her favorite activity and she would hate to miss it. Everyone else was quiet. “That’s more like it.” I smiled. “Now if you all file behind me, we’ll head down to the water and all walk in at the SAME TIME. Then Donovan will decide what activity you do first. Understood?” They all nodded.
“Nice one, mate,” Donovan said admiringly. “I can take it from here.”
“Are you sure? I know there are a lot of them,” I told Donovan. “If you want me to help you I can.” Even though Donovan ran the class, I always offered to help out. I felt guilty sitting on the sand watching him work.
“I’ve got it,” Donovan insisted. “I’ll call you over in a minute.” He smiled. “Oh, and if you see Court later, tell her I said hi.”
“I will.” I tried to suppress a grin. Court was going to flip when she heard that.
I walked back toward the pile of my peeps’ discarded towels and began to tidy up. After I laid them all out on the sand, I pulled off my sweatshorts and tank top. I had my shirt over my head when I heard voices.
“Thanks so much for the invite, Ash,” someone said breathlessly. It sounded like one of the girls from 8A. “I’m beyond excited!”
“This is going to be your best sleepover ever,” said another. “I can’t believe your dad is letting you hire a DJ and we’re playing
Guitar Hero and
having mani/pedis done.”
“Since I’m stuck with a lame January birthday and you guys aren’t around, Daddy had to do something spectacular to make up for it,” I heard Ashley say. “But remember — my sleepover is supposed to be hush-hush. Daddy doesn’t want people to feel left out.”
I had to stop myself from laughing. Court said Ashley used this excuse every year and then she proceeded to tell everyone at camp about her party anyway.
“So how many girls were invited?” someone asked.
“Ten,” Ashley said. “You girls in 8A, of course. A few marshmallows who are so eager to come they’ll do all the grunt work for the bash, and then Gabby.”
By this point, I had my shirt off, and was trying my best not to be noticed. I was halfway to the water’s edge when I realized I had forgotten a hair tie and had to go back.
“You didn’t invite your other bunkmates?” I heard a girl ask.
“Are you kidding me? Those geeks? I barely speak to them,” Ashley sniffed. “Especially since, you know, they have so many issues.”
“What kind of issues?” another girl asked.
“I shouldn’t say.” Ashley sounded serious. “It would be rude of me to talk behind their backs.” The girls started to beg. “Okay, but this is strictly confidential,” she said not a second later. “Courtney has daddy
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