Bloom is afraid of diving!â
âChelsea!â Alex said reprovingly.
Jennaâs cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
âYou know youâre not going to move up to green if you canât diveâright, Jenna?â Chelsea said. âYouâll be stuck in the kiddie end next summer while weâre all hanging out over here.â
âLike I really want to hang out with you,â Jenna shot back. Why did Chelsea have to be so mean? And only some of the time. If she were mean all of the time, at least Jenna and the others would always be prepared, but it was like one second she was a completely normal friend and the next second she was being a total jerk.
âAll right, girls. Thatâs enough,â Tyler said, putting his hands on Chelseaâs shoulders and steering her to the back of the line. He rejoined Jenna and crouched next to her. âCheck it out,â he said, lifting his chin toward the next platform where the diving boards were.
Jenna watched as her brother Adam climbed the five steps to the mid-level board, walked confidently to the edge, and dove off. He barely made a splash when he hit the water. All his buddies and some of the other blues cheered for him when his head popped up again. Even Sarah, who had been in blue forever, and Natalie, who had been put in blue right away after taking her swim test, applauded for him. Adamâs grin was practically blinding.
âIf your brother can do it, you can do itâright?â Tyler said.
Jenna swallowed hard. There it was again, the Bloom Curse. Now she felt like an even bigger loser because Adam was so far ahead of her. Back when Grace couldnât duck under the water, everyone was patient and cool about it. But now, if Jenna didnât catch up with Adam, everyone would tease her for being so far behind her brother. It was so unfair.
âWant to try it again?â Tyler asked.
Jenna shook her head. âNo.â
âYou sure?â Tyler asked.
âCanât we just do it at the next lesson?â Jenna asked. She crossed her fingers behind her back and added, âIâm sure Iâll be ready by then.â
âYeah. Iâm sure sheâll be ready by then,â Candace echoed.
âOkay,â Tyler said, standing up again. Jenna felt relieved that he was no longer staring her straight in the eye. âWhy donât you sit with your feet in the water while the rest of the campers take their turns? When weâre done weâll all go for a swim.â
Jenna nodded silently and sat on the edge of the pier. She stared down at the surface of the lake as she swirled her legs around, keeping her back to the diving platform. The last thing she wanted was to have to keep watching her brother show off his skills. For the first time in her life, Jenna couldnât wait for swim period to be over.
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Jenna sighed as she used her fork to make crisscross designs in her puddle of ketchup. Lunch was almost over, and most of the girls in her bunk were gathered around a new magazine Marissa had gotten in the mail, taking a quiz titled âWhatâs Your Style Personality?â Jenna was so not interested.
âWant my Tater Tots?â Alex asked from the seat across from Jenna.
Jenna eyed the pile of potatoes that were left on her friendâs plate. Did this girl never eat? âSure,â she said, pushing her plate toward Alexâs. Alex used her fork to shovel the Tots over to Jenna, who promptly drowned them in ketchup.
Alex glanced down the table. Once she seemed convinced that everyone else was occupied, she leaned in toward Jenna. âSo, you were really scared this morning, huh?â Alex asked.
Jennaâs eyes flashed, but then she looked at her friend and realized she wasnât teasing her. Alexâs dark eyes were open and concerned. Jenna looked down at her plate.
âI just donât get how you do it,â Jenna said. âI mean, youâre not