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was already lined up and waiting for me. “Did you guys have fun swimming? What project did you make?”
    Little Hunter held up what looked like a blob of tissue paper and glue. “It’s a volcano.”
    “You should put animal feces in it and make it rupture,” a little girl with glasses said… Annabel , I reminded myself. The weird one. There’s always a weird one. Every year.
    “I don’t think—” I started say at the same time Hunter said, “What’s feces?”
    Yep, pure brilliance . I patted the kid on the head. “Don’t worry. They’ll teach you that word in SAT prep class. I think it’s Latin derived.”
    Hunter just stared at me and said, “Huh?”
    Holly rounded the corner, wiping sweat from her forehead with the bottom of her polo shirt. “Wait! Everybody stop! I need to count heads.”
    My entire group quit discussing fecal matter and watched Holly’s dozen second and third graders wandering in a jagged line that looked more like a huddle.
    Mr. Wellborn flew by in the golf cart he always used to zip around the camp grounds. He spotted Holly and looked over at us twice before stopping the cart right in front of her.
    “Miss Flynn…looks like you’ve got some organizational problems…remember…safety before fun…always.” Mr. Wellborn nodded toward me, and Holly glanced wearily in my direction. “Jackson, your line looks great…show Holly how you keep an accurate head count.”
    I felt humiliated for her. The last thing she wanted right now was to be shown up by me. But my kids had already straightened up even more, ready to show off for our director. Mr. Wellborn had been in charge for over twenty years and had a ton of power over these kids.
    “Alright, guys.” I snapped my fingers, waiting for them to shift to alphabetical order like we had learned first thing that morning. “Count off, starting with Hunter.”
    “One,” Hunter called.
    This continued down the line until the number twelve was called off. Mr. Wellborn nodded his approval and then gave Holly a look of warning before zooming off.
    “He’s just using his tough-love techniques,” I said to Holly. “Don’t worry about it, seriously. You should have seen the lack of straight lines over by the baseball fields a few minutes ago—”
    “Oh my God!” Holly said, scanning over her group. “Zoe…where’s Zoe?”
    “I saw her at lunch,” one of the kids said.
    Lunch ended over an hour ago. Holly was already pulling out her cell phone and looked utterly panicked.
    “Hold on,” I said to her, putting my hand over her phone. “Give me five minutes, okay?”
    She’d be fired for sure if she called the camp office and told them a kid was missing. “She’s really tiny…she’s got blonde hair and it’s in little pigtail braids.” Holly squeezed her eyes shut for a second. “And red…her shirt’s red and it says Coney Island on the front.”
    “Where were you an hour ago?” I asked.
    “Uh…by the tree house.”
    I turned around and sat in the grass, pretending to study the camp schedule. But really I was getting ready to time-travel. And I’d only need a few seconds in home base. Not even long enough for Holly to say my name twice, so no need to hide first.
     

    When I opened my eyes again, a different group of kids were off in the distance, too far away to spot me. Not that it mattered here . I took off running toward the tree house and snuck up behind Holly’s group as she attempted to gather them. The little girl with the blonde hair and pigtails and red shirt rubbed her eyes and fell behind the group. I followed them until I saw her reach the edge of the woods where a group of about five or six butterflies, in every color imaginable, fluttered toward the path into the woods.
    It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Zoe was about to do. I waited a couple more seconds to confirm her diversion from the group and then jumped back.
    I shook the familiar disoriented feeling from my head and jumped to my