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Somehow, it just developed. I mean, it’s all in good fun. You’ll see—just don’t leave your toothbrush out at night, is all I’m saying,” she warned.

    Natalie didn’t like the sound of that one bit. All in good fun? Really? she wondered.

    When was the fun going to start, then?

chapter FOUR

    Within five minutes of first waking up, Natalie immediately noticed two things. The first was that it was about thirty degrees below zero in the bunk, and her cute little sleep shorts were really not doing the trick of keeping her warm. She remembered that Julie had tried to warn her the night before of how cold it could get in the mountains, but for some reason, she hadn’t let herself believe it. Note to self, she thought, thrusting her hands underneath the covers and rubbing them vigorously across her bare legs in the hopes of warming them up, for future reference: Julie knows stuff.

    The second thing Natalie noticed—and this was going to be an even bigger problem, she decided—was the horrible trumpet blaring through the open windows. We couldn’t have just set an alarm clock? she wondered.

    Okay, so she wasn’t a morning person.

    From across the room, someone groaned. “For Pete’s sake, please make that noise stop!” It was Grace. She clearly wasn’t a morning person, either.

    “What time is it, even?” Natalie demanded. She had worn her cute pink waterproof sports watch to bed (at last, she’d finally have a chance to make use of all of its “outdoor” settings), but she had no intention of taking her hands out from underneath her blanket to check.

    “It’s quarter of,” Julie said brightly, bouncing across the room. She looked as freshly scrubbed and perky as ever. Natalie suspected she even looked that way in her sleep.

    “Quarter of what ?” Natalie pressed. “I don’t believe in getting up before the sevens.”

    “Well, my dear, I’m sorry to have to break it to you, but if that’s the case, then you’re going to have to stay in bed for another fifteen minutes. But that would only leave you fifteen minutes to get dressed. Your call.”

    Natalie flew up in bed. “We have half an hour to be ready for breakfast?”

    She looked around the bunk. To every side she could see girls rummaging through their cubbies in various stages of dress. Karen was sitting on the edge of her bed holding a sock up in front of her face, looking confused.

    “But, Julie,” Natalie said, careful to keep the edge she was feeling from creeping into her tone, “it takes me at least twenty minutes to shower.”

    “Well, then you’d better hurry, Natalie. And tomorrow morning, you’ll just have to try to get up before the bugle. Does your watch have an alarm?” Julie asked. She didn’t sound unsympathetic, just matter-of-fact. But that didn’t make Natalie feel any better.

    “Well, I guess I can rush,” Natalie said. “Whatever. I can do makeup when we get back from breakfast.”

    “I’m sorry, Nat, but after breakfast we really only have a half an hour or so, and that’s for our bunk chores,” Julie said. “But you don’t need makeup to look gorgeous!”

    Speak for yourself, Natalie thought glumly, hoisting herself reluctantly out of bed, stepping into her flip-flops, and padding off into the bathroom.

    As she shuffled into a shower stall, she was nearly mowed over by Alex, who was running a comb through her wet hair. Of course , Natalie thought. It only fit that Alex had woken up on time to shower. She was, like, Supercamper.

    Natalie stepped into a stall and turned the hot water on full blast. She ducked under the stream—and let out a startled shriek.

    “What is it?” Julie asked, rushing in.

    “It’s FREEZING!” Natalie shouted. The water was about as cold as the morning air in the bunk had been. Also, a huge clump of wiry hair was poking its way out of the drain. Gross.

    “Sorry,” said a voice from the direction of the sinks. “I might have used up the hot water.” It