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Summer Camp Secrets: Book 10
Just my luck
by Melissa J. Morgan
Jenna loves Colour War but this summer she’s devastated when she breaks her leg and can’t compete. On top of that, new boy Blake is seriously stuck-up and getting on her nerves. When mystery pranks start happening everyone blames Jenna, assuming she’s bored of being stuck on the sidelines. Can she work out who’s really pulling the pranks before they go a step too far?
“a frothy, fun-packed read”
School Librarian Journal
JUST MY LUCK
Hey Matt (aka Einstein wannabe),
How’s it going, Dr. Bloomenstein? I can’t believe Mom let you set up a mini–science lab in the basement. That’s a scary thought. With all those test tubes you’ve got, you could be creating radioactive ockroaches down there or something. Just be sure to et them loose in Adam’s room, not mine, k?
I can’t believe there’re only two weeks left here at camp. The summer’s gone by way too fast. It’s such a downer to think about leaving. But I’m still planning on getting in as much fun as possible while I’m here. No, Big Bro, before you start with one of your lectures, this doesn’t mean pranks. Since I got in trouble with Dr. Steve last summer for all my pranking (the animal-shack fiasco in particular), I’m breaking new records for good behaviour (even without Stephanie around to play the “Third Parent”... ha-ha). I only raided Adam’s cabin once so far – talk about exhibiting amazing self-control. Besides, I’ve got way more important things to worry about right now.
Colour War starts next week, and I’ve been putting in some serious preparation time on the soccer field and basketball court. Remember how I was voted MVP for the Blue team last year? It’ll be tough to top that, but I’m gonna try! Alex and I have been scrimmaging on the soccer field in all of our free time. She’s even better than last year, Matt! I really hope we’re on the same colour team again this year. If we are, we might be able to bring home a Lakeview Champion title. Even though we’re in different cabins (which was a major bummer at the beginning of the summer) we’re still awesome friends like always. And we’re ready to kick some bigtime Colour War butt!
Anyway, enjoy your – ugh – science. Just don’t blow anything up unless it’s Mom’s spinach casserole. That I can live without. I better sign off. Natalie and
Alyssa are threatening to toss my candy stash in the lake if we don’t go to dinner RIGHT NOW. Yeesh. They must really be starving if they’re this excited about the mess-hall food. I’m just hoping it’s not a mystery meat loaf day. I miss you, and I’ll see you soon.
Jenna Bloom looked hungrily at the platters of French fries that the CITs, or counsellors-in-training, were marching through the mess hall.
“Are you seriously going to eat those?” her friend Alex asked.
“Yup.” Jenna grinned. “They’re the only things that look edible.” She and Alex had to eat at separate tables with their different bunks, but they always had a few minutes to chat beforehand. She saw Alex sizing up a tray of mac and cheese.
“Don’t tell me that you’re going to eat that? It looks a little curdly, if you ask me.”
“It doesn’t look that bad,” Alex said. “But then again, I have to think positive about it, since I’m sick of French fries and this is the only other thing I can eat. Besides
the mushy broccoli.”
“Sorry about that,” Jenna said. “But you’re probably way healthier than any of the rest of us, especially me.” She knew from their last summer together that Alex had juvenile diabetes and had to be really careful about what she ate. Pasta and vegetables were good for her, but some other kinds of food, especially ones full of sugar, were dangerous for her to eat. But now that all the girls knew about Alex’s condition, they were careful to be understanding of it. Jenna grinned and elbowed her playfully. “And if it makes you feel better, I asked my mom to send some honey cookies in the last box of goodies she mailed me. Just for you. The package came this morning, and it’s sitting under my bunk...right now. I figured we’d both need some extra energy to perfect our soccer skills for Colour War,” Jenna said. “Hey, what did you request for your final electives?”
“I asked for sports and photography,” Alex said as they headed towards their tables.
“Photography?” Jenna asked. “I didn’t know you were into taking pictures.”
Alex blushed. “Well, I – I’ve been wanting to learn the right way to use my camera for a while now, and... and...” She stammered, and the words died away.
“And you wanted to be in an elective with Adam?” Jenna teased, watching Alex’s cheeks flush bubblegum pink. She rolled her eyes. Adam, Jenna’s brother, was the camp’s best photographer. Last summer, Alex had had a tiny crush on Adam, and every once in a while Jenna still caught Alex looking at Adam with a shy smile on her face. But there was no way Alex could possibly really like Adam again, was there?
Alex giggled. “I don’t know, I might not even get to be in photography. What electives did you ask for?”
“I asked for sports, too, of course,” Jenna said. “If we both get sports, we can practise soccer and basketball every day. Man, if we’re on the same colour team, we’ll be unstoppable!”
“Lakeview legends, reigning victorious,” Alex said. “I can’t wait.”
“We’ll go down in history, that’s for sure,” Jenna said, slapping her a high five before they split up to sit down at their separate bunk tables. She and Alex had
been coming to Camp Lakeview for the past five years, and it seemed like they’d been friends for ever. They’d always been in the same bunk together, until this summer. This summer, all of the girls from last year’s bunk 3C had been divided into separate bunks. Jenna was in 4A, and Alex was in 4C. But that hadn’t stopped the two of them from staying close friends. Sports were what Jenna and Alex did best, and Jenna couldn’t wait to spend as much of her free time with Alex on the soccer field as possible.
Jenna plopped down at 4A’s table next to Natalie and Tori, who were in the middle of a debate about Tad Maxwell’s latest hairstyle for his new movie, Spy in the Sahara. Tad was a huge movie star, but he was also Natalie’s dad. He’d shown up at camp once last summer and had practically caused a fainting frenzy of mass proportion among the girls. But for the most part, Nat liked to keep a low profile about him. Except, apparently, today.
“I can’t believe he got hair extensions for this movie,” Nat said, shaking her head as she looked at Tad’s photo in the issue of Star Scoop that Tori had brought with her to lunch. “His hair’s longer than mine now! And he’s middle-aged and a parent. That’s just not right.”
“Maybe the directors wanted him to look younger,” Alyssa offered, leaning over the table to inspect the photo. “It’s gotta be tough to be over forty and competing with guys like Orlando Bloom for roles. Hollywood isn’t very forgiving of wrinkles.”
“Well, I think he looks cute,” Tori said. “He has to look rugged if he’s roughing it on a camel in the desert for this movie.”
Nat groaned, her head in her hands. “If anyone else calls my dad ‘cute’ again, I’m in serious danger of losing my lunch.”
“If it makes you feel better, I don’t think he’s cute,” Jenna jumped in. “And I think he looks better with a buzz cut.”
“Thank you!” Nat said, snapping the magazine shut.
“No problem.” Jenna smiled as she dipped a couple of her French fries in ketchup.
She was just about to pop them into her mouth when Alyssa’s eyes widened in horror. “Jenna, stop!”
Jenna froze. “What?” she asked, glancing down at her food. But then she saw it. The charred clump of...what? A bug? A piece of yesterday’s mystery meat loaf?
Jenna couldn’t tell for sure. But whatever it was, it was stuck to the side of one of the fries looking very unappetizing. “Eeeuw!” she cried, flinging the fry back onto her plate in disgust. “How gross is that?” She dumped her fries in the trash and dug into her chicken fingers instead, but only after carefully inspecting them to make sure they were free of UFOs (Unidentified Food Objects) first. “Okay, guys. Word to the wise. Avoid the French fries at all costs.”
Just then, Tori gave a low whistle.
“Hottie,” she whispered excitedly, “twelve o’clock. Headed this way.”
Jenna looked up to see Adam walking towards their table. “Gross, Tori,” she said. “My brother is so not hot. That’s a totally disturbing picture.”
“Not Adam,” Nat said. “I think Tori means the guy with Adam. Who is he?”
The stranger walking with Adam hadn’t even registered on Jenna’s radar before, but now she took a second look as they came closer. Even Jenna had to admit that the blond-haired, blue-eyed guy looked more like a boarding-school preppy than a camper. From the sleek sunglasses perched on his head to his boating shoes and polo shirt, he was primped, polished and could’ve been straight out of one of those Star Scoop photos.
“No way,” Tori whispered. “Those cannot be Hugo Boss sunglasses he’s wearing.”
“Hugo who?” Jenna asked.
“It’s a store so expensive that my dad refuses to shop there,” Nat said. “He thinks it’s way overpriced.”
“And for your dad the super spy,” Alyssa added, “that’s saying a lot.”
Adam stopped at their table and ruffled Jenna’s brown hair before she could stop him. She gave him a shove in return.
“Hey, guys, Dr. Steve asked me to introduce his nephew to everyone here today,” Adam explained, nodding to the guy at his side. “This is Blake Wetherly.
He’s from East Hampton in New York. He’s visiting for the last two weeks of camp, and he’s bunking with us in 4E.”
“Hello, ladies,” Blake said after Adam had introduced all the girls. He flashed a brilliant grin worthy of a young Brad Pitt. “Nice to meet you all.”
“You too,” Nat, Tori, Chelsea and Karen all echoed at once.
Jenna nearly choked on a chicken finger as she looked around the table to see nearly everyone’s eyelashes batting in unison at Blake. What was wrong with the world these days, when her friends went off the deep end for a guy wearing a pair of overpriced sunglasses? She sighed.
“I’m going to show Blake the ropes today,” Adam explained, “and hopefully he’ll get the hang of camp in enough time to get totally prepped for Colour War next week, too.”
“Colour War? But, but,” Jenna stuttered. “Dr. Steve never lets anyone participate in Colour War unless they’ve been a camper all summer long.” She looked at Blake. “Why didn’t you come to camp with everyone else at the beginning of the summer?”
“I was abroad for the last month,” Blake said nonchalantly, as if traveling internationally was something he did all the time. Which, Jenna suddenly realized, he probably did. “My parents have a summer house in Lake Como, Italy. We go there every year.”
“How amazing! Last summer my parents took me to Paris,” Tori chirped, tossing her glossy hair over her shoulder and smiling. “But I’ve never been to Lake
Como. I’d love to hear all about it.”
“Sure thing,” Blake said. “But I’m starving. My dad’s jet landed late. We flew here straight from Rome, and I haven’t eaten since this morning. And then the limo got
lost on the way here.”
“Poor baby,” Jenna muttered under her breath. “This place is really out in the sticks,” Blake continued. “My uncle’s such a hick. You might be a redneck if you live in a place where the mosquitoes outnumber the people.” He laughed as if he’d just told the funniest joke in the world, and Tori, Nat and Karen laughed right along with him.
“Dr. Steve’s great,” Jenna said with a touch of defensiveness. The way Blake had said the word hick made it sound like a fate worse than death, and his attitude suddenly irked Jenna, who loved coming here every year, mosquitoes and all.
“And the bugs aren’t too bad,” Nat piped up. “I got eaten alive the first week I was here last year, but insect repellent works miracles.”
“And reeks, too.” Blake crinkled his nose up in distaste. “So, is any of the grub decent around here, or should I break out the Pepto-Bismol?”
Jenna resisted the urge to tell Blake to go jump in the lake and gave him a big grin instead. “Give the French fries a try. They’re super-yummy.”
“Thanks,” Blake said, flashing his gleaming smile again. “I’ll catch you guys later at the campfire.”
“What a snob!” Jenna exclaimed after Blake walked away with Adam. “If his nose were stuck up any higher in the air, he’d have altitude sickness.”
Alyssa laughed. “He did seem a little full of himself.”
“Maybe he just feels awkward because he doesn’t know anyone here,” Karen offered. “It’s gotta be tough to come into camp right at the end of the summer
“Not that tough,” Jenna countered. “In fact, I’m guessing Blake hasn’t had too many tough times in his life. His dad has a private jet, and a limo to boot? Come on.”
“And he lives in the Hamptons,” Tori said, whispering the word as if it were too special to say out loud. “My parents have been there before to visit some friends. My mom told me they stayed in a house with twelve bathrooms! Can you imagine?”
“I can. I’d never have to fight Stephanie for the bathroom mirror again,” Jenna said dreamily, thinking of her big sister Stephanie’s hour-long primping sessions.
“I didn’t know you ever looked in the mirror, Jen,” Chelsea quipped. “Not with that hair.”
Jenna chose to ignore that remark. Chelsea was always saying something snippy, and everyone in the two bunks had learned to take her harsh words with a grain of salt.
“Doesn’t Donald Trump have a mansion in the Hamptons?” Karen asked, trying to move past Chelsea’s comment.
“Donald Trump has mansions everywhere,” Nat replied, and snuck another look at Blake. “He is cute. But not as cute as Simon, of course.”
Nat and Simon were one of the camp’s couples, and they’d liked each other since last summer. But Nat was still carrying on the eternal debate of whether or
not to actually kiss Simon on the lips. Jenna couldn’t imagine getting anywhere near a guy’s lips. No way.
Nat lifted the collar of her T-shirt up to her nose. “Does bug spray really smell that bad?”
“Nat.” Jenna groaned. “You do not smell. And if Blake wants to be all stuck-up about wearing insect repellent, let him be. He’ll be covered in bites by tomorrow morning.” She giggled at the thought. “And if you guys had brothers as annoying as Adam, you wouldn’t think any guy was cute.”
Jenna sighed. Guys were okay...some of the time, but she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to get bitten by the lurve bug any time soon. She’d had a tiny crush on her brother’s friend David earlier in the summer, but when it turned out he liked Sarah, she’d gotten over it pretty quickly. But Nat, Alex and Tori were a different story – they and over half of Jenna’s other friends were involved in major crushes.
Thankfully, just when Jenna was getting tired of the boy talk, Andie and Mia, the bunk’s counsellor and CIT, stood up from the table. “Singdown time!” Andie announced with a grin, and suddenly everyone forgot about boys, at least for the moment.
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