last night, for calling him a liar. But where was he now?
As Cynthia, the square-dance caller, droned on, I slouched on the bench, watching the dancers and being bored out of my mind. Ariel seemed to be having fun with Price. As they do-si-doed, he shoved his free hand through his dark bangs, combing them out of his eyes. Unfortunately, doing that revealed a bright crop of acne on his forehead. Still, he seemed nice, and he was totally into Ariel.
Actually, he was on her. Standing on her foot, I mean.
“My toe, my toe!” she yelped, hopping around.
A crowd gathered around Ariel. Poor Price went as red as ketchup.
I rushed over to where Ariel was now writhing on the ground. “Are you all right?”
She stopped writhing. “Duh. This is your chance to quit moping around and go find Austin,” she whispered. “I think I broke my toes!” she whined to the crowd.
“You’ll be all right,” I said, helping her to a bench.
“Uh-oh,” said Sven, rolling down Ariel’s sock. “Lots of redness.”
“We need the nurse,” I said.
“It’s her night off,” Mr. Winters said in his booming voice. “We can do first aid. Don’t worry, kids, I’ve got my kit right here.”
“She needs ice,” I said.
Mr. Winters smiled at me, and it was such a genuine smile, I kinda felt bad. But this show was all for a good cause. I had to keep going. “She’s my friend, the least I can do is get her ice.”
Mr. Winters nodded. “Very kind of you, Shelby. I’ll trust you to go to the kitchen. Sweet Mrs.
Neighbors, the cook, is probably about to close up for the night, so you’d better run. Just tell her I sent you.”
“This is just great,” Ariel said. “I’m the only camper in history to get hurt square dancing,” she said, with an annoyed look. “How geeky is that?”
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“Time for a sing-along,” Cynthia Crumb called out as I left the gym. That was perfect. She’d be too wrapped up in the song to hunt me down for a little while. And by the time she did, hopefully I’d know what was up with Austin.
I wasn’t sure exactly why I felt drawn to him. Maybe it was some sort of protective thing, or maybe it was just that out of everyone at camp he was one of the two people I actually felt a connection with. And seriously, though telling someone you’re a werewolf is an obvious cry for help, he was entertaining and not bad to look at.
I decided to go find him along with the ice. At least that would get me away from the mindlessness of the square dancing, away from the kids who treated me like I was only cool because my dad was rich, and away from the adults who were trying to get me to open up.
As I headed out into the darkness, I told myself this was different from all the other times, that he was different from all the other boys. I just had no clue how right I was.
The path stretched out before me, gravel tinted pinkish by the fluorescent lights of the buildings ahead. A sliver of moonlight filtered through the clouds, crowning the evergreens along the path with silvery halos.
Everything was quiet except for the hum of the electricity powering the lights and the buzz of insects.
I didn’t have much time, so I ran to the infirmary first. I didn’t see anyone, and the building was locked and deserted. So was the office. I doubled back and headed toward the cabins, but when I reached Sapsucker, no Austin.
Time was ticking by, and I still needed the ice. I booked up to the dining hall, its darkened windows looking like the hollow eyes of a sad face. The doors were locked. I knocked, but nothing happened. I could see a faint light radiating from the back of the hall, so I figured maybe the cook was in the kitchen cleaning. The pans from the chili dinner were probably pretty awful, especially the ones from the burned-tasting cornbread. I was so glad I’d been on weed duty and not stuck with dishes.
I rounded the
As Cynthia, the square-dance caller, droned on, I slouched on the bench, watching the dancers and being bored out of my mind. Ariel seemed to be having fun with Price. As they do-si-doed, he shoved his free hand through his dark bangs, combing them out of his eyes. Unfortunately, doing that revealed a bright crop of acne on his forehead. Still, he seemed nice, and he was totally into Ariel.
Actually, he was on her. Standing on her foot, I mean.
“My toe, my toe!” she yelped, hopping around.
A crowd gathered around Ariel. Poor Price went as red as ketchup.
I rushed over to where Ariel was now writhing on the ground. “Are you all right?”
She stopped writhing. “Duh. This is your chance to quit moping around and go find Austin,” she whispered. “I think I broke my toes!” she whined to the crowd.
“You’ll be all right,” I said, helping her to a bench.
“Uh-oh,” said Sven, rolling down Ariel’s sock. “Lots of redness.”
“We need the nurse,” I said.
“It’s her night off,” Mr. Winters said in his booming voice. “We can do first aid. Don’t worry, kids, I’ve got my kit right here.”
“She needs ice,” I said.
Mr. Winters smiled at me, and it was such a genuine smile, I kinda felt bad. But this show was all for a good cause. I had to keep going. “She’s my friend, the least I can do is get her ice.”
Mr. Winters nodded. “Very kind of you, Shelby. I’ll trust you to go to the kitchen. Sweet Mrs.
Neighbors, the cook, is probably about to close up for the night, so you’d better run. Just tell her I sent you.”
“This is just great,” Ariel said. “I’m the only camper in history to get hurt square dancing,” she said, with an annoyed look. “How geeky is that?”
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“Time for a sing-along,” Cynthia Crumb called out as I left the gym. That was perfect. She’d be too wrapped up in the song to hunt me down for a little while. And by the time she did, hopefully I’d know what was up with Austin.
I wasn’t sure exactly why I felt drawn to him. Maybe it was some sort of protective thing, or maybe it was just that out of everyone at camp he was one of the two people I actually felt a connection with. And seriously, though telling someone you’re a werewolf is an obvious cry for help, he was entertaining and not bad to look at.
I decided to go find him along with the ice. At least that would get me away from the mindlessness of the square dancing, away from the kids who treated me like I was only cool because my dad was rich, and away from the adults who were trying to get me to open up.
As I headed out into the darkness, I told myself this was different from all the other times, that he was different from all the other boys. I just had no clue how right I was.
The path stretched out before me, gravel tinted pinkish by the fluorescent lights of the buildings ahead. A sliver of moonlight filtered through the clouds, crowning the evergreens along the path with silvery halos.
Everything was quiet except for the hum of the electricity powering the lights and the buzz of insects.
I didn’t have much time, so I ran to the infirmary first. I didn’t see anyone, and the building was locked and deserted. So was the office. I doubled back and headed toward the cabins, but when I reached Sapsucker, no Austin.
Time was ticking by, and I still needed the ice. I booked up to the dining hall, its darkened windows looking like the hollow eyes of a sad face. The doors were locked. I knocked, but nothing happened. I could see a faint light radiating from the back of the hall, so I figured maybe the cook was in the kitchen cleaning. The pans from the chili dinner were probably pretty awful, especially the ones from the burned-tasting cornbread. I was so glad I’d been on weed duty and not stuck with dishes.
I rounded the
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