mention that. She just wanted to get her chores over with as soon as possible so that she could go outside and forget about her bad morning.
“After chores, Brynn’s going to do a dramatic reading of her Music Man scene for the play audition,” Sarah told her, dumping the hair in Grace’s garbage bag.
Brynn stuck her head out of the toilet area, where she was scrubbing the bowls. “Yeah,” she added. “Why don’t you join me? We can do it together. Or are you going to do The Sound of Music for your audition?”
Grace’s stomach felt heavy, as if she had swallowed a handful of rocks. “Um, I don’t think I’m gonna audition for the play after all,” she said. “I’ll just do stage crew again, or whatever Bethany makes us do as part of the drama class.”
“What?” Brynn came all the way out into the bathroom. Grace quickly turned and headed into the main bunk, but it was no good. Brynn followed her. “What are you talking about?” Brynn demanded. “You have to audition! You’re really good. What about our pact?”
Grace lifted the trash bag and made an exaggerated sour expression. “Sorry, I’m really grossed out by this garbage,” she said, trying to sound like she was holding her breath to avoid smelling the junk. “I have to go dump it.” She hurried across the bunk and pushed through the door, into the sunshine.
As soon as she was away from bunk 3C, Grace slowed down. She was in no rush to get back. Her bunkmates thought of her as the clown, always bubbly and up for fun. But right now, she couldn’t imagine joking around . . . and she certainly couldn’t imagine having fun!
She threw the garbage bags into the huge Dumpster near the camp office, then turned to go back. To her surprise, Gaby was trudging up the path toward the Dumpster.
“Hey,” Grace said. “You’re on garbage duty, too, huh?”
“Yeah, I tried to get out of it, but no one would trade with me,” Gaby answered. She held out one of her two full trash bags. Grace grabbed it and hoisted it into the Dumpster while Gaby threw the other one in. They started back down the trail that led to the bunks.
“So what’s your problem?” Gaby asked.
Grace was so startled that she almost tripped over a maple root in the path. “Huh?”
“Your problem,” Gaby repeated. “You’ve been moping around all morning. I saw you acting all miserable on your way back from the office earlier, and even now you look like you just ate something sour.”
“Well, I did have bug juice at breakfast,” Grace joked.
“Funny. Not,” Gaby said, completely deadpan.
For the first time in her life, Grace was speechless. She couldn’t tell if Gaby was being rude or friendly. Her tone wasn’t very nice, that much was certain. But in a way, she was asking if Grace was all right. And that was nice. Wasn’t it?
“I guess I’m just in a bad mood,” Grace finally said.
They had reached the clearing in the woods where all the bunks were. Grace slowed down, automatically taking a step or two away from Gaby. She came from their rival bunk, after all. A few of Grace’s friends had already commented on the fact that she was consorting with the enemy. She didn’t feel like having to defend herself to 3C right now. She knew they were only teasing, but the situation with her parents had her mega-stressed-out. So stressed that even joking around with her bunkmates seemed hard. “Um, I’ll see you in drama,” she muttered, speeding up.
“Wait!” Gaby called.
Grace turned back.
“Do you want to hang out during siesta this afternoon?” Gaby asked. “We can practice scenes or something.”
Hang out during siesta? Grace could hardly believe her ears. Girls from 3A and 3C did not hang out together. It was an unspoken rule. And Gaby wanted to break it. How can I say no without offending her? Grace wondered. Should I say no?
“Come on, we’ll have fun,” Gaby prodded.
Grace glanced over at her bunk. Most of her bunkmates were lounging