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about boys again. It was hard to miss them this summer. It seemed like they were everywhere.
    But today they dropped the “boys” conversation and just got ready to go to tennis.
    And that felt pretty good to Maddie. Despite Tara constantly asking her if she was okay, and a lot more boy stuff this summer, she felt pretty normal so far. At school, all of her friends had been acting a little weird, but at camp it was like she was the same old Maddie.
    Then something changed a few days later, when the second week of camp began. Maddie woke up to a humming sound, and as the fog of sleep lifted, she realized that someone was blow-drying their hair.
    Maddie yawned and stretched. “What’s going on?”she asked Liza, who was standing in the middle of the cabin, impatiently tapping her foot.
    â€œIt’s Amelia,” Liza said. “She actually took a shower this morning.”
    â€œReally?” Maddie asked. Most campers took showers at night to wash off the day’s dirt, and then jumped out of bed in the morning five minutes before flag. It was just how they did things. It didn’t make sense to shower in the morning and then go do a sweaty activity an hour later.
    â€œAnd she’s been hogging one of the sinks in there,” Liza said. There were only two sinks, which was a problem. “Emily is brushing her teeth now, and I can’t do anything until Amelia gets out of there.”
    â€œI’m sure she won’t be much longer,” Maddie said. She got dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, but when she was finished she could still hear the blow-dryer going. Peeking into the sink area, she saw Liza furiously brushing her teeth and casting evil looks at Amelia.
    Finally, Amelia stopped doing her hair—and picked up a makeup brush.
    â€œAmelia, we’re going to be late for flag,” Liza said. “Why are you bothering, anyway?”
    Amelia put down the brush. “In case you haven’tnoticed, we have breakfast with the boys’ camp,” she said. “You can look like a mess if you want to, but not me.” Then she went back to applying her makeup.
    Liza’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah? Well, how about if you don’t back off of that mirror, I’ll tell Tara about your nightly texting sessions.”
    Amelia scowled. “You wouldn’t!”
    â€œTry me,” Liza said.
    With a huff, Amelia gathered up her makeup and hair accessories and left the sink.
    â€œCome on, Mads, you’re up,” Liza said.
    Maddie hurried to the sink and brushed her teeth. As she was washing her face, she heard Tara’s voice in the main room.
    â€œYou girls are late for flag! Let’s go!”
    Maddie took a look at herself. She smoothed down her hair and tried to pinch her cheeks so they looked rosy. She didn’t look bad but, well, she looked like she just rolled out of bed.
    Maddie scrambled to finish up and followed the rest of the Hannahs out of the bunk. When they got to flag, she suddenly felt self-conscious—several girls from the other bunks had followed Amelia’s lead, doing their hair andputting on lip gloss and blush. Maddie scoped out the crowd and spotted BB talking with some of the boys. If the girls impressed them, they didn’t seem to notice.
    Emily nudged her and pointed to some of the made-up girls. “They look ridiculous, right? This is camp!”
    â€œYeah,” Maddie whispered back. But even though she was relieved that the boys didn’t seem to care, she wondered if maybe Amelia had a point. Not about the lip gloss, maybe, but it couldn’t hurt to look nice in the morning, could it?
    By dinnertime that night, everyone was equally hot and disheveled from the day’s activities. The girls got on the food line and piled their plates with chicken fingers, mashed potatoes, and green beans.
    â€œVeggie burger number four,” Emily announced, holding it up for everyone to see.
    Liza picked up