cochairing the committee together. Isn’t that awesome?” Chelsea said with a fake smile.
Natalie’s skin suddenly felt sunburn-hot. Why hadn’t Sloan asked her to be cochair? Sloan knew how much it would have meant to her! Still, Natalie wanted to give Sloan the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps she had assumed Natalie would be too busy with Tricia to cochair the committee. Or maybe she had asked Dr. Steve if she could pick Natalie and he said no. Regardless of the reason, Natalie had to keep her emotions in check.
“Yeah, it is. Hope you have lots of fun,” Natalie said through slightly clenched teeth.
Chelsea gave Natalie a self-satisfied smirk. “Oh, I will.”
When Chelsea spun around, Natalie squeezed the box of garbage bags so hard, it nearly crumpled.
chapter EIGHT
Chelsea was not a big fan of Ultimate Frisbee, but like it or not, the game was on the morning exercise roster for all campers. So she dragged herself to the main activities field with the rest of her bunkmates, except for Natalie and Tricia. It was the second time in two days that the pair had been gone before anyone had the chance to wipe the sleep out of their eyes, and it was really getting on Chelsea’s nerves, especially since Natalie knew how much Chelsea admired Tricia. Couldn’t Natalie at least have asked her to tag along this morning?
Then again, Chelsea had been kind of nasty to Natalie yesterday, so it shouldn’t have surprised her one bit. In fact, when Chelsea thought about the snarky attitude she took with her friend, it made her feel kind of nauseated. Natalie hadn’t done anything wrong, so Chelsea really had no right to snap at her. Right now, she was feeling pretty terrible about it.
“Heads up!” a voice shouted from not so far away.
Chelsea snapped herself out of her thoughts just in time to spot a bright orange Frisbee flying her way. But it was too late—Chelsea couldn’t duck out of the way in time, and it smacked her right in the face.
“OW!!!” she shrieked dramatically, rubbing the bridge of her nose. But before she had time to curse the moron who invented the Frisbee, she was surrounded by a group of counselors and campers ready to offer their assistance.
Jenna was the first to the scene. “Are you okay, Chelse?”
“No! That really hurt,” Chelsea whimpered.
“I’m so so so so so sorry!” exclaimed Priya. “It was all my fault.”
“You bet it was,” countered Jordan. “Chelsea isn’t even on your team. Why did you throw it at her?”
“I wasn’t trying to! I was aiming for Joanna,” Priya said.
David let out a chuckle. “Joanna was on the sidelines, Priya. She rotated out of the game after the last play.”
“All right, enough, kids,” Ellie interrupted. “Chelsea, are you hurt badly?”
“I’m seeing spots,” Chelsea moaned. “And maybe even stripes.”
“Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?” Ellie offered.
“I suppose,” Chelsea muttered. Anything is better than this stupid game.
“Oh, please let me take her. I feel so awful,” Priya interjected.
Chelsea sighed. This day was off to a terrible start.
“Okay, go ahead,” Ellie said. “Everyone else, back to your positions. Sarah’s team will have a time-out.”
“Feel better, Chelse!” Brynn said as Priya walked Chelsea off the field.
“We’ll score one just for you!” shouted Connor.
Chelsea gave her friends a limp wave, then wobbled alongside Priya to the infirmary.
Chelsea’s visit to the infirmary was a short one, and thankfully, the extent of her injuries was a barely noticeable pink mark on the lower part of her nose. No permanent damage done. Afterward, Priya walked her back to their bunk so she could lie down.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Priya asked as she and Chelsea approached the tent’s front door.
“It’s okay, go finish the game,” Chelsea said.
Priya smiled. “I will. Thanks for not being mad.”
“You know what they say, ‘don’t get
Natalie’s skin suddenly felt sunburn-hot. Why hadn’t Sloan asked her to be cochair? Sloan knew how much it would have meant to her! Still, Natalie wanted to give Sloan the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps she had assumed Natalie would be too busy with Tricia to cochair the committee. Or maybe she had asked Dr. Steve if she could pick Natalie and he said no. Regardless of the reason, Natalie had to keep her emotions in check.
“Yeah, it is. Hope you have lots of fun,” Natalie said through slightly clenched teeth.
Chelsea gave Natalie a self-satisfied smirk. “Oh, I will.”
When Chelsea spun around, Natalie squeezed the box of garbage bags so hard, it nearly crumpled.
chapter EIGHT
Chelsea was not a big fan of Ultimate Frisbee, but like it or not, the game was on the morning exercise roster for all campers. So she dragged herself to the main activities field with the rest of her bunkmates, except for Natalie and Tricia. It was the second time in two days that the pair had been gone before anyone had the chance to wipe the sleep out of their eyes, and it was really getting on Chelsea’s nerves, especially since Natalie knew how much Chelsea admired Tricia. Couldn’t Natalie at least have asked her to tag along this morning?
Then again, Chelsea had been kind of nasty to Natalie yesterday, so it shouldn’t have surprised her one bit. In fact, when Chelsea thought about the snarky attitude she took with her friend, it made her feel kind of nauseated. Natalie hadn’t done anything wrong, so Chelsea really had no right to snap at her. Right now, she was feeling pretty terrible about it.
“Heads up!” a voice shouted from not so far away.
Chelsea snapped herself out of her thoughts just in time to spot a bright orange Frisbee flying her way. But it was too late—Chelsea couldn’t duck out of the way in time, and it smacked her right in the face.
“OW!!!” she shrieked dramatically, rubbing the bridge of her nose. But before she had time to curse the moron who invented the Frisbee, she was surrounded by a group of counselors and campers ready to offer their assistance.
Jenna was the first to the scene. “Are you okay, Chelse?”
“No! That really hurt,” Chelsea whimpered.
“I’m so so so so so sorry!” exclaimed Priya. “It was all my fault.”
“You bet it was,” countered Jordan. “Chelsea isn’t even on your team. Why did you throw it at her?”
“I wasn’t trying to! I was aiming for Joanna,” Priya said.
David let out a chuckle. “Joanna was on the sidelines, Priya. She rotated out of the game after the last play.”
“All right, enough, kids,” Ellie interrupted. “Chelsea, are you hurt badly?”
“I’m seeing spots,” Chelsea moaned. “And maybe even stripes.”
“Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?” Ellie offered.
“I suppose,” Chelsea muttered. Anything is better than this stupid game.
“Oh, please let me take her. I feel so awful,” Priya interjected.
Chelsea sighed. This day was off to a terrible start.
“Okay, go ahead,” Ellie said. “Everyone else, back to your positions. Sarah’s team will have a time-out.”
“Feel better, Chelse!” Brynn said as Priya walked Chelsea off the field.
“We’ll score one just for you!” shouted Connor.
Chelsea gave her friends a limp wave, then wobbled alongside Priya to the infirmary.
Chelsea’s visit to the infirmary was a short one, and thankfully, the extent of her injuries was a barely noticeable pink mark on the lower part of her nose. No permanent damage done. Afterward, Priya walked her back to their bunk so she could lie down.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Priya asked as she and Chelsea approached the tent’s front door.
“It’s okay, go finish the game,” Chelsea said.
Priya smiled. “I will. Thanks for not being mad.”
“You know what they say, ‘don’t get
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