Pranked by Katy Grant Page B

waving at me. She was across the lake, giving a swimming lesson. Ever since that night in Solitary, Libby had been really nice to me, smiling every time she saw me and always saying hi. I felt bad. She thought of me as a sweet little homesick camper who needed some extra attention. Little did she know I was a bold-faced liar.
    I walked up the hill, my shoes squishing with every step. I was really shivering now. Thick clouds covered the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain.
    When I got to the cabin, I was about to walk in when I heard something. I flattened myself against the wall and ducked down so I wouldn’t be seen through the screen.
    Inside, somebody was crying. Slowly I raised my head up. I pressed my forehead against the screen so I could look inside the dark cabin without being seen.
    I already had a pretty good idea who it was, and I was right. I could just see the end of Melissa’s bed, and she was lying there, facedown, crying into her pillow. I ducked down again to keep out of sight.
    Great. I really needed to change. My clothes were absolutely sopping wet. I couldn’t go back to the lake like this. But I didn’t want to go in there now and face Melissa. What was wrong with her, anyway? Well, I had a pretty good idea. I stood there, trying to decide what to do. Then it sounded like the crying stopped. I was about to take off running because I was afraid she’d come out the door any second now, and she’d catch me. But then I heard her moving around inside. So very carefully, I stood up a little to peek inside again.
    What I saw almost gave me a heart attack. Melissa was kneeling over Reb’s trunk, digging through all her stuff! I couldn’t believe it! I was catching her in the act of stealing something from Reb’s trunk! But wait, that wasn’t it. She was searching it.
    She was going through all of Reb’s stuff very carefully, and she looked like she was trying to put everything back where she’d found it. If she was looking for something to steal, she was being awfully selective.
    Then she closed the lid. And next she moved on to Jennifer’s trunk! Now I had no doubt. Melissa was definitely looking for something .
    I couldn’t believe it! I freaking couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Should I go get Reb and Jennifer right now? Or just burst in and catch her in the act? Before I could make up my mind, Melissa made it up for me. Because when she’d finished with Jennifer’s trunk, she moved over to mine! Now she’d really gone too far. I jumped right up and rushed for the door. I slammed the screen door open as I burst inside. Melissa was still sitting there in front of my open trunk when she turned around.
    â€œYou better shut that trunk before I slam it on your face !”

Melissa was so shocked, she almost fell right into my open trunk. I was furious! It was bad enough that I’d seen her looking through my best friends’ trunks, but here I’d caught her—red-handed—looking through mine.
    â€œWhat do you think you’re doing ?”
    Her mouth hung open and she was still frozen, squatting there in front of my trunk. “Ah. . . .” That was all she could manage to say.
    â€œAnd not just my trunk. I was watching you! I saw you going through Reb’s and Jennifer’s trunks. Are you stealing from us?” I yelled. I stood there, dripping wet, my arms crossed in front of my chest. I felt like I had to hold myself in so I didn’t punch her.
    She drew back a little, staring at me. “Why are you so wet?”
    â€œI fell in the freaking lake! What are you doing in my trunk?”
    Melissa glanced down at the open lid. One of my shirts had fallen out and was lying on the wood floor. She knew she was busted. “I . . . I lost something,” she finally mumbled.
    â€œLost something? Well, you didn’t lose it in Reb’s or Jennifer’s trunks, and I can