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Authors: Melissa J. Morgan
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around the goal net, dragging it toward the sports shed.
Once she got to the shed, Brian propped the door open for her. “Thanks, Nat, I really appreciate it,” he said as she shoved the net through the doorway.
Natalie dusted her hands off on her shorts. “No problem.” It was the least she could do, really, given that she had barely moved a muscle all through the sports period.
“So, I noticed that you’re not exactly crazy about soccer,” Brian observed.
Natalie looked up at him, the very picture of innocence. “Whatever gave you that idea?” she asked, wide-eyed. She could tell he knew she was being sarcastic.
“Wild guess.” He ran his fingers through his curly red hair.
Brian looked so frustrated that Natalie actually felt a little guilty. “It’s not you, Brian. I’m just, um, not really athletic. But, you know, I think you always find fun things for us to do in sports.”
“Thanks, Natalie, but you don’t need to reassure me. It’s important to me that everyone here has a good time. You don’t have to love every single thing we play, but if there’s something you’d like to try, let me know. I mean, camp is—”
“—the time for new experiences, I know,” Natalie said, cutting him off.
He grinned at her. “It’s true.”
“It must be, ’cause I keep hearing it,” Natalie said, half-kidding. “Look, I’ll think about it. I’m sure somehow, somewhere, there’s some sort of sport that I like.”
“Thanks, Natalie,” Brian said.
“I could always be in charge of the whistle,” Natalie offered, giggling.
“It’s a thought,” Brian agreed.
“I’d better go,” Natalie said. “Lunch next. Can’t miss it.”
She ran to catch up to Alyssa, who looked at her quizzically. “Deep conversation?” Alyssa asked.
“He wants me to take a more active interest in sports,” Natalie said. “Little does he know the most exercise I get at home is channel surfing.” This was an exaggeration, but she was making a point.
“Yeah, it shows.”
Natalie whirled around to find Chelsea slithering by. She looked perfect and rosy-cheeked, like an ad for a fitness club or a protein drink or something. At least I’m not drenched in sweat, Natalie thought to herself, on the way to the mess hall.
She didn’t bother to say anything out loud, though. Chelsea just wasn’t worth it.
chapter SEVEN
Dear Hannah,
Greetings again from Camp Lake-puke.
I’M just kidding, really. It’s not that bad. I Mean, I still don’t think I’M going to win Camper of the Year or anything, but for the Most part I’M enjoying Myself. Can you believe it’s been almost a week?
Most of the girls here are cool. I really like this one chick, Alyssa, who is from South Jersey. She’s very quiet and artsy—always writing or drawing in her journal. Anyway, her parents sent her to
camp so she could learn to be More outgoing, but I think she’s just fine the way she is. I Mean, Maybe she doesn’t talk that Much, but when she does, she always has something smart and funny to say. We’re on the newspaper together—she’s a really good writer. I guess you could say she’s My best friend here. You would really like her.
The rest of the bunk is okay, too. Valerie is cool to hang out with—we’re in nature together. Grace is the comedienne, always cracking jokes and Making everyone laugh. She’s really friendly and never wants anyone to be left out. Then there’s Jenna, who has like a million brothers and sisters or at least three that I know of. Her twin, Adam, is very friendly and her older sister Stephanie is good friends with My CIT Marissa. And then I think there’s one that’s off doing a college prep course. Or something. I can’t keep track. They’ve all been coming to camp for, I think, a hundred years or so, so she knows all the ropes. She’s kind of a tomboy and likes to play practical jokes—which sometimes aren’t so funny! It doesn’t bother Me, but one of
Once she got to the shed, Brian propped the door open for her. “Thanks, Nat, I really appreciate it,” he said as she shoved the net through the doorway.
Natalie dusted her hands off on her shorts. “No problem.” It was the least she could do, really, given that she had barely moved a muscle all through the sports period.
“So, I noticed that you’re not exactly crazy about soccer,” Brian observed.
Natalie looked up at him, the very picture of innocence. “Whatever gave you that idea?” she asked, wide-eyed. She could tell he knew she was being sarcastic.
“Wild guess.” He ran his fingers through his curly red hair.
Brian looked so frustrated that Natalie actually felt a little guilty. “It’s not you, Brian. I’m just, um, not really athletic. But, you know, I think you always find fun things for us to do in sports.”
“Thanks, Natalie, but you don’t need to reassure me. It’s important to me that everyone here has a good time. You don’t have to love every single thing we play, but if there’s something you’d like to try, let me know. I mean, camp is—”
“—the time for new experiences, I know,” Natalie said, cutting him off.
He grinned at her. “It’s true.”
“It must be, ’cause I keep hearing it,” Natalie said, half-kidding. “Look, I’ll think about it. I’m sure somehow, somewhere, there’s some sort of sport that I like.”
“Thanks, Natalie,” Brian said.
“I could always be in charge of the whistle,” Natalie offered, giggling.
“It’s a thought,” Brian agreed.
“I’d better go,” Natalie said. “Lunch next. Can’t miss it.”
She ran to catch up to Alyssa, who looked at her quizzically. “Deep conversation?” Alyssa asked.
“He wants me to take a more active interest in sports,” Natalie said. “Little does he know the most exercise I get at home is channel surfing.” This was an exaggeration, but she was making a point.
“Yeah, it shows.”
Natalie whirled around to find Chelsea slithering by. She looked perfect and rosy-cheeked, like an ad for a fitness club or a protein drink or something. At least I’m not drenched in sweat, Natalie thought to herself, on the way to the mess hall.
She didn’t bother to say anything out loud, though. Chelsea just wasn’t worth it.
chapter SEVEN
Dear Hannah,
Greetings again from Camp Lake-puke.
I’M just kidding, really. It’s not that bad. I Mean, I still don’t think I’M going to win Camper of the Year or anything, but for the Most part I’M enjoying Myself. Can you believe it’s been almost a week?
Most of the girls here are cool. I really like this one chick, Alyssa, who is from South Jersey. She’s very quiet and artsy—always writing or drawing in her journal. Anyway, her parents sent her to
camp so she could learn to be More outgoing, but I think she’s just fine the way she is. I Mean, Maybe she doesn’t talk that Much, but when she does, she always has something smart and funny to say. We’re on the newspaper together—she’s a really good writer. I guess you could say she’s My best friend here. You would really like her.
The rest of the bunk is okay, too. Valerie is cool to hang out with—we’re in nature together. Grace is the comedienne, always cracking jokes and Making everyone laugh. She’s really friendly and never wants anyone to be left out. Then there’s Jenna, who has like a million brothers and sisters or at least three that I know of. Her twin, Adam, is very friendly and her older sister Stephanie is good friends with My CIT Marissa. And then I think there’s one that’s off doing a college prep course. Or something. I can’t keep track. They’ve all been coming to camp for, I think, a hundred years or so, so she knows all the ropes. She’s kind of a tomboy and likes to play practical jokes—which sometimes aren’t so funny! It doesn’t bother Me, but one of
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