something!
And that's when I look up at Janice and see her green pen, which makes me think of the green song.
Me: “Kermit's song. You know? Green. How does it go?”
“ ‘It's Not Easy Being Green,’ ” Poodles says, high-fiving me.
“Brilliant!” Deb says, scribbling it down.
Liana whispers something into Natalie's ear, then motions to the rest of the bunk. Two seconds later, they belt out, “It's not easy being green!”
Aaah!
My whole bunk groans. “She was so eavesdropping,” Morgan says. “I hate her.”
She totally was eavesdropping! How dare she steal my green!
“Fourteen, you're up.”
“Hold on!” Poodles says, and motions us in. “Anyone got anything?”
“Count with me, everyone,” Janice instructs. “Ten! Nine!”
“Anyone have anything?” Alison begs. “Carly?”
“Seven! Six!” The whole unit is cheering now.
“Poodles? Morgan? Rachel?”
Liana is a thief. She sucks. I wonder how she'd feel if she were really green, as in poof, you're now Kermit's sister.
“Three! Two! One!” Janice makes a loud buzzer sound, and her pen explodes all over her mouth and chin, giving her a green beard. “Fifteen wins! Nice game, everyone. Off to snack. Be back at your bunk for curfew at ten-fifteen. No excuses!”
Thief, thief, thief.
“Hey,” says someone behind me.
I look up to see Raf. Yay! “Hi.”
“You going to snack?”
I'm going anywhere you want me to go, mister. I shrug oh so casually. “Maybe. You?”
“Sure. Come with me. Do you know my boys? Blume, Colton, and Anderson?”
Come with me, he says! Finally. I can't believe it's taken me over four days to get some quasi-alone time with him.
The scraggly guy, the cute Texan, and the guy who really does wear too much hair gel say hello.
The five of us skip down the stairs of the rec hall. It was light when evening activity started, but now it's pitch-black. I look up to see a sky layered with shining stars. Wow. This is amazing. I fill my lungs with night air. “It's so nice here,” I say.
“It is, huh? Are you cold?”
I am a bit chilly. My arms are covered in goose bumps. “Maybe I should stop back at my bunk and get a sweater.”
Raf pulls his black sweatshirt over his head. “Take mine.”
Omigod. I am wearing Raf's sweatshirt. Raf's deliciously yummy-smelling sweatshirt. Does this mean he likes me? Or is he just being polite?
We talk all the way down the hill to the back of the dining hall and then meet up with some of the others. Raf, Colton, Anderson, Blume, Morgan, Carly, Alison, Poodles, and I get our cookies and then debate what to do next.
“Let's go hang out on our porch,” Morgan says.
Poodles steers Carly toward Anderson. Carly turns pink but goes up to him anyway. Guess she does have her eye on him after all.
Raf and I follow the rest of the crowd back to our bunk. I can't believe how much walking we're doing. I must have walked like a hundred miles since I've been here. Lower Field, Upper Field, Lower Field, dining hall. It's better than a treadmill.
“So how'd you do on your exams?” Raf asks me.
“Not bad. You?”
“Good, I think. But math was a killer. Bet you didn't think so,” he says, teasing.
Raf knows that math is my best subject. I grin. “It was okay.”
“What did you get?”
“My final grade?”
“Yes, your final grade.”
“Ninety-nine.”
He laughs. “What happened to the last two percent?”
“Very funny,” I say with a happy smile. I love when he teases me. I look up at the endless sky. “Hey, there's the Big Dipper!”
He nods. “And here you are,” he says softly.
“Here I am.”
“I'm glad.”
“You are?”
“Very.”
And that's when he lifts his arm and puts it around me. Omigod. Raf's arm is around me. Around me.
You don't put your arm around just a friend.
“He likes you,” Alison says to me. She's wearing her pj's and sitting at the foot of my bed.
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” says Poodles, who's standing in the
And that's when I look up at Janice and see her green pen, which makes me think of the green song.
Me: “Kermit's song. You know? Green. How does it go?”
“ ‘It's Not Easy Being Green,’ ” Poodles says, high-fiving me.
“Brilliant!” Deb says, scribbling it down.
Liana whispers something into Natalie's ear, then motions to the rest of the bunk. Two seconds later, they belt out, “It's not easy being green!”
Aaah!
My whole bunk groans. “She was so eavesdropping,” Morgan says. “I hate her.”
She totally was eavesdropping! How dare she steal my green!
“Fourteen, you're up.”
“Hold on!” Poodles says, and motions us in. “Anyone got anything?”
“Count with me, everyone,” Janice instructs. “Ten! Nine!”
“Anyone have anything?” Alison begs. “Carly?”
“Seven! Six!” The whole unit is cheering now.
“Poodles? Morgan? Rachel?”
Liana is a thief. She sucks. I wonder how she'd feel if she were really green, as in poof, you're now Kermit's sister.
“Three! Two! One!” Janice makes a loud buzzer sound, and her pen explodes all over her mouth and chin, giving her a green beard. “Fifteen wins! Nice game, everyone. Off to snack. Be back at your bunk for curfew at ten-fifteen. No excuses!”
Thief, thief, thief.
“Hey,” says someone behind me.
I look up to see Raf. Yay! “Hi.”
“You going to snack?”
I'm going anywhere you want me to go, mister. I shrug oh so casually. “Maybe. You?”
“Sure. Come with me. Do you know my boys? Blume, Colton, and Anderson?”
Come with me, he says! Finally. I can't believe it's taken me over four days to get some quasi-alone time with him.
The scraggly guy, the cute Texan, and the guy who really does wear too much hair gel say hello.
The five of us skip down the stairs of the rec hall. It was light when evening activity started, but now it's pitch-black. I look up to see a sky layered with shining stars. Wow. This is amazing. I fill my lungs with night air. “It's so nice here,” I say.
“It is, huh? Are you cold?”
I am a bit chilly. My arms are covered in goose bumps. “Maybe I should stop back at my bunk and get a sweater.”
Raf pulls his black sweatshirt over his head. “Take mine.”
Omigod. I am wearing Raf's sweatshirt. Raf's deliciously yummy-smelling sweatshirt. Does this mean he likes me? Or is he just being polite?
We talk all the way down the hill to the back of the dining hall and then meet up with some of the others. Raf, Colton, Anderson, Blume, Morgan, Carly, Alison, Poodles, and I get our cookies and then debate what to do next.
“Let's go hang out on our porch,” Morgan says.
Poodles steers Carly toward Anderson. Carly turns pink but goes up to him anyway. Guess she does have her eye on him after all.
Raf and I follow the rest of the crowd back to our bunk. I can't believe how much walking we're doing. I must have walked like a hundred miles since I've been here. Lower Field, Upper Field, Lower Field, dining hall. It's better than a treadmill.
“So how'd you do on your exams?” Raf asks me.
“Not bad. You?”
“Good, I think. But math was a killer. Bet you didn't think so,” he says, teasing.
Raf knows that math is my best subject. I grin. “It was okay.”
“What did you get?”
“My final grade?”
“Yes, your final grade.”
“Ninety-nine.”
He laughs. “What happened to the last two percent?”
“Very funny,” I say with a happy smile. I love when he teases me. I look up at the endless sky. “Hey, there's the Big Dipper!”
He nods. “And here you are,” he says softly.
“Here I am.”
“I'm glad.”
“You are?”
“Very.”
And that's when he lifts his arm and puts it around me. Omigod. Raf's arm is around me. Around me.
You don't put your arm around just a friend.
“He likes you,” Alison says to me. She's wearing her pj's and sitting at the foot of my bed.
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” says Poodles, who's standing in the
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