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riflery. Jamie says she needs the company,” Nicole suggested.
    â€œI miss Whitney already.” Sarah sighed. “Her little turned-up nose. Her dimpled, rosy cheeks. I wish she was right here with us this very moment.”
    â€œYou two have the weirdest friendship I’ve ever seen in my life. You obviously like her, but you make fun of her constantly,” I said. They were such completely different people, I wondered what had made them friends in the first place.
    Sarah covered her mouth in shock. “I would never, ever make fun of Miss Whitney Louise Carrington, third-generation Pine Haven camper!” Nicole and I could not stop laughing. Poor Patty just walked along with us, not knowing what to think.
    When we got to the riflery range, Jamie was thrilled to see so many of her Cabin 3 campers. Nicole and I took spots beside each other on the shooting platform, but Sarah and Patty ended up three spots down from us. Since it was the first day, Jamie had to explain to everyone what to do and tell us the rules.
    There were bare mattresses lined up across the shooting platform. Prone was the first position in riflery—we had to lie flat on our stomachs and prop ourselves up on our elbows to shoot.
    We all loaded our rifles and took aim at the paper targets tacked to the boards across the range from us. “Okay to fire,” said Jamie, and then the pops of the rifles firing exploded all around us.
    â€œHey, I have a great idea,” I told Nicole as I squinted through the sight and squeezed the trigger. “What if we ask our parents if you can come home with me on the last day of camp? You can stay for a week, and then we’ll drive you home.”
    â€œNope, I can’t. My dad and Elizabeth are picking me up on Closing Day. They get me for a whole month after camp is over.”
    â€œOh, yeah. I forgot you usually visit your dad at the end of the summer.” Nicole’s whole arrangement of splitting time between parents was different from mine. Blake and I spent every other weekend with our dad, but since Nicole’s parents lived in different states, she had long visits with her dad during the summer and over the school breaks.
    â€œIt’s the highlight of my year,” Nicole said sarcastically. “Maybe this summer Elizabeth might even let me use a towel. Most of the time I just drip-dry because the towels on the towel racks aren’t supposed to be touched by human hands. Their house looks like a model home. Their trash cans are so spotless, I’m always afraid to throw anything away.”
    Nicole’s description of her stepmother always cracked me up. Since I was laughing so hard I could barely aim, Nicole kept going. “It’s not that Elizabeth doesn’t want me there. She just doesn’t want me to eat, sleep, shower, or go to the bathroom. If I stand in the middle of the living room and don’t touch anything, that’s okay. Wait, that’s not okay either! I’ll leave dents in the carpet!”
    When everyone had finished shooting, Jamie told us to put our weapons down and turn on the safeties before retrieving our targets.
    When I saw my target, I burst out laughing. “I only hit the target three times!” I yelled. “That’s your fault. You made me laugh too much.”
    Nicole’s score was much better than mine. At least all of her shots had hit the target. We took down the used targets and tacked up fresh ones. Sarah explained to Patty how to score her target.
    â€œYou can laugh all you want about it, but everything I’m telling you is true. I hate going there. I feel like I waste the whole month.”
    â€œI know Elizabeth gets on your nerves, but at least you get to see your dad.”
    â€œI don’t need a whole month to visit him. The first two or three days, he asks me all about school and friends and stuff. After that, we’re caught up and I might as well go home. It’s a