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Then, one day, we found one of the tiny notes on my dad’s desk.
    We didn’t stop believing in fairies. We just stopped believing they lived under my porch.
    “Maybe we should skip showering too, just to be safe.” I give my armpit a little sniff.
    “It wouldn’t help,” Stacey replies, doing a big, sparkly smile. “We’d still be too sweet!”
    I nod. “Inside and out.”
    Brooke is talking with two of the Hawk girls when we catch up to her. One is short and curvy, with dark hair that curls like ribbon on a birthday present. The other girl is tall and stick-straight, from her long blond hair to her tan toes.
    “It’s totally easy,” the short one says to Brooke as she dries off and pulls on a hoodie. “You’d have to be an idiot to fail.” Something chirps in her pocket. She reaches in quickly and turns off a cell phone.
    “You better silence that thing,” the tall girl says, combing her wet hair with her skinny fingers. “I’m not sharing mine if they take yours away.”
    The short girl pushes a button on her phone and hides it again. She looks at us. “Pretend you didn’t see that, kay-o?” She smiles like we’re her new best friends. “I’m Nat, by the way.”
    “And
I
am Emillie,” the tall girl announces. “Two
l
’s, no
y
.”
    Brooke’s face goes all impressed. “I’m
Brooke,
”she says. “Two
o
’s, no
c
. We should definitely hang out.”
    Emillie snickers. Then she gives the rest of us the once-over. “Which cabin are you
girls
in?” She says
girls
like it’s spelled
b-a-b-i-e-s
.
    “We’re Chickadees!” Stacey replies.
    Emillie does the snicker again. She and Nat exchange glances. “Thought so,” they singsong together.
    Nat slips a stretchy band off her wrist and pulls her damp curls into a stubby ponytail. “They always put the little kids in Chickadee.”
    Emillie nods in agreement. “How old are you
chicks
anyway?”
    “Ten,” Randi says.
    Brooke gives Randi the elbow. “Almost
eleven,
” she adds.
    Emillie laughs lightly and reaches for a cover-up. “Practically out of training pants,” I hear her mumble.
    Nat wraps a towel around her waist and slips her sandy feet into a pair of flip-flops. “Catch you
chicks
later…kay-o?”
    “Kay-o!” Brooke replies, waving excitedly asNat and Emillie walk away. She does a bright sigh. “Weren’t they nice? So mature.”
    “Uh-huh,” I say, watching as Nat and Emillie glance back, whispering and giggling. “
Real
nice.
Very
mature.”
    “I remember those two from last year,” Jenna grumbles. “Don’t get mixed up with them, Brooke. They’re trouble.”
    “Don’t be such a worrywart, Jenna,” Brooke says, running her fingers through her ponytail.
    Alex hurries up to us. “Good news, girls!” she says. “Liz is here! Her parents are getting her registered, then I’ll take her to the cabin.”
    Jenna steps up. “But if she doesn’t come right now, she’ll miss the swim test.”
    “She doesn’t want to take it,” Alex replies. “Liz has already decided to stay in the shallow end.”
    “
Decided
to?” Jolene says. “You mean she
can
swim, but won’t?”
    Alex shrugs. “I guess.”
    “Huh,” Randi says. “What kind of kid wants to be a tadpole when she could be a shark?”
    “The kind with feathers,” Brooke says, still running her fingers through her ponytail. “Asin chick
en,
not chick
adee
.” She snickers just like Emillie did. Then strains to catch another glimpse of her and Nat.
    “What about Cee Cee?” I ask. “Is she here too?”
    Alex shakes her head. “Liz’s parents told me she can’t come. She broke her arm last week and may need surgery to fix it.”
    “Ouch,” Meeka says.
    “Bummer,” Randi adds.
    “Darn,” Brooke chimes in. “Just when I was looking forward to meeting alphabet girl.”
    I frown. “So that means Liz came to camp without a friend?”
    Alex gives me a nod. “She knew you’d be here, so she decided to give it a try.”
    I blink, surprised.