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asked.
    â€œReally,” I replied. I wasn’t faking. I wanted to know.
    â€œWell it was kind of—dull,” Caroline admitted. “I guess I wanted to be a scout for so long that I expected it to be a lot more fun.”
    â€œWhat did you do?” I asked.
    â€œWe sat around on folding chairs in the Sitwells’ living room, sipped little cups of tea, and introduced ourselves.”
    â€œYou’re kidding!” I gasped.
    â€œNo. Can you believe it? We introduced ourselves—like we all haven’t known each other since preschool.” I could tell by Caroline’s tone of voice that she was rolling her eyes.
    â€œWhy did you have to introduce yourselves?” I asked.
    â€œMrs. Sitwell thought we should learn manners. So we each had to stand up and tell a little story about ourselves and our family.” Caroline made a snoring sound. “Bor-ing.”
    â€œDidn’t you play any games?”
    â€œNo. Arden passed around cookies with pink icing. We sipped our tea. And then we went home.”
    I shook my head. “That’s amazing. My meeting was the complete opposite.”
    â€œYour meeting? What meeting did you go to?”
    I forgot that Caroline didn’t know about the Camp Fear Girls. So I quickly filled her in on how I ran into Amy on the way home from school. I also told her about the invitation with the weird, drippy letters that suddenly appeared at the bottom of the page. She thought that was cool too.
    Then I told her about the rickety old house on Fear Street with the great club room inside. I mentioned the scary stories and the camp-out, but I didn’t tell her about Prank Night.
    Caroline giggled excitedly. “Scary stories, weird special effects and a camp-out—it sounds awesome.”
    â€œIt’s totally awesome,” I bluffed. I didn’t want to tell Caroline that the Camp Fear Girls weren’t totally fun. Sometimes they were just plain creepy. I guess I was still hurt about not being in the Waynesbridge Scouts. I couldn’t help it—I wanted Caroline to think my troop was better than hers.
    â€œMrs. Sitwell showed us the badges we would have to earn. Baking and housekeeping and gardening. Is that lame or what? I thought this was a cool club, but now it seems completely uncool,” Caroline admitted.
    I thought about the Camp Fear Girls’ badges—and shuddered. Maybe baking cookies wasn’t all that boring.
    But I didn’t let on to Caroline. “That is lame,” I agreed.
    â€œI wish I were in your troop,” Caroline said wistfully. “You are so lucky. I don’t think my troop would ever camp out—unless the campground was called the Holiday Inn.”
    I giggled. Caroline was right. It was hard to imagine Shannon, or Arden, or any of those Waynesbridge girls hiking anywhere. Let alone sleeping on the ground!
    â€œHey, Lizzy,” Caroline said. “Don’t you think it would be way cool if we could both be in the same troop?”
    â€œYou mean the Waynesbridge Scouts?” I asked.
    â€œNo, forget them. I want to join the Camp Fear Girls!”
    Uh-oh. Me and my big mouth. My plan to make Caroline jealous had worked too well!
    â€œDo you think they’d let me join? They sound totally wild,” Caroline said.
    Wild? She didn’t know how right she was!
    â€œUh—gee, Caroline,” I stammered. “I don’t know—”
    â€œWhy not?” Caroline interrupted.
    â€œWell—uh—” What could I say? “Uh—the Camp Fear Girls won’t take just anybody. You have to be asked.”
    â€œWhat are you trying to say? That they wouldn’t want me?”
    â€œNo, I didn’t mean—it’s just—”
    Caroline cut me off. “Lizzy, I know what’s going on here—you’re trying to keep me out on purpose. You’re still mad, aren’t you? And that’s why you won’t even try to