Fearless by Katy Grant

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    That’s what I wanted my video to look like. And maybe it would. Maybe my first jump would be the best movie moment of my life.
    But how could I be sure it really would look like that? Real life wasn’t always like the movies. And sometimes you couldn’t do a retake.

Tuesday, June 24
    â€œOkay, Jordan. What should we do? You plan everything, and we’ll do it,” said Reb. She was lying on her cot, propped up on one elbow. She looked at me, waiting to see what I’d come up with this time.
    â€œYeah! You’re really good at this stuff, Jordan,” Brittany added from where she sat on Jennifer’s trunk. “Our cabin had probably the best fractured fairy tale, don’t you think?”
    We were all crowded around on Side A, trying to plan tonight’s skit. Molly and I were sitting on Rachel’s bed, and everyone was staring at me.
    At the start of evening program, the counselors had done a short skit for us where they pretended to be campers. They complained about having to be quiet during rest hour, having to be quiet after lights out, andhaving to clean up the cabins for morning inspection. They made it funny and everything, but basically, they made us out to be a bunch of whining complainers.
    At the end of the skit, Jamie Young, a CA who was best friends with Tis, announced, “You’ve seen our imitation of you. Now you get to imitate us! Take half an hour to plan a skit. Then come back and perform it for us. So be creative, be funny, but don’t be too harsh on us!”
    So here we were, all eight of us, trying to come up
with some ideas of how we were going to imitate Rachel
and Tis. And all eyes were on me.
    â€œWell, I think Molly would make a good Rachel, because they sort of look alike,” I said. They were both short, and they had dark brown hair. “And then for Tis, maybe Reb could play that part.”
    Reb seemed like a good choice because they were both sporty girls with blond hair. But that wasn’t the only reason. Both of them were very sure of themselves.
    I paused to see if anyone would disagree, but everyone just nodded and waited for me to go on.
    â€œSo I was thinking we should do something about Tis and Rachel that only we know about. Because we’re the ones who actually live with them.” I smiled slightly, because I knew exactly what I wanted to do. “Whatabout the way Rachel talks in her sleep?”
    â€œYeah, but she never really says anything. She just mumbles,” said Kelly.
    â€œWell, you know how Rachel loves to sing all the camp songs, but she’s always off-key? Why don’t we have her singing camp songs in her sleep?”
    Erin nodded. “Good idea. Yeah, that would be funny. But what about Tis?”
    â€œWhat about the way Tis kisses her tennis racket?” I suggested.
    The whole cabin exploded when I said that. I couldn’t believe how hard everyone was laughing. I sat there with a smile on my face and waited for them to get quiet again.
    Tis had this really expensive tennis racket that she said had taken her six months to save up for before she could afford it. She had a funny habit of giving it a little kiss on the strings before she’d hang it up on a nail over her bed at the end of the day.
    â€œOh my gosh! Tis is going to die when she sees this!” said Brittany.
    â€œIt’ll be great, though! Let’s do that,” said Molly. She ran to our side of the cabin and got Tis’s tennis racket off the nail to give to Reb.
    Reb took the racket from her and held it up, frowning a little. “Flat face; long, skinny neck. He’s not really my type.”
    â€œWe don’t care! You have to kiss it!” Brittany told her.
    So Reb clutched the racket in her arms and planted six or seven kisses on the strings.
    â€œEveryone else can be campers,” I suggested, “and you’ll all be reacting to the singing and the racket