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" There’s this…gunk on the floor,” she muttered, pushing even harder with the mop. “It’s gross, so be sure you don’t step in it or bring in more…”
I took a step sideways.
Katie looked up at me with a horrified glance. “Look out!”
I jumped. When I landed, I felt something rubbery and squishy beneath one foot. Swallowing heavily, I carefully looked down to see what I was standing in.
“Gross!” I yelled, jumping away from the horrible puddle of muck on the floor. “I think someone threw up,” I stammered. “And they threw up a lot.”
Katie’s laughter echoed around the cabin. After a moment, the others began to join in. Everyone in the cabin was laughing except me. I was still staring in horror at the stuff on the floor.
Katie dropped the mop she was holding with a clatter and moved toward me. When she reached me, she bent over and picked up the gross puddle.
“Look, rubber vomit. Isn’t it great?” she asked, giggling. “Don’t you love it?”
I felt my mouth drop open. I bet I looked like one of the fish in my fish tank as I stared at Katie and her puddle of rubber vomit. But then I looked at Katie’s face and I couldn’t help it. I had to smile, too. She looked so happy that I’d fallen for her joke.
Her green eyes twinkled happily. “This is the best joke I’ve played in ages!” Katie announced. Then she threw her free arm around my shoulders and gave me a big squeeze. “I’m so glad you’re in our cabin! I’ve been wanting to use this for a long time. Denni is no fun to play tricks on. She’s too grumpy! And Ariel doesn’t get my jokes half the time.”
Katie giggled again and I noticed that she had a mouthful of braces. “I thought you guys would never come inside! It seemed like I’d been pushing on that mop for hours! "
― Judy Baer , Camp Pinetree Pals (Treetop Tales)
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" Everyone loves bands. We could pretend we’re a rock group and lip synch all the music.”
“That’s not different enough. Everyone expects us to plan something really special,” Ariel complained. “After all, most of us are old-timers. We know the ropes around camp. Even first-timers like Becky could plan that kind of party.”
Even a bunch of first-timers like me, huh? What a slam! I punched my fist into the wad of clothes in my suitcase and Triple Tropical Bubble Gum popped up all over. More than anything, I wanted to show these girls that I was special, too.
“Too bad you can’t have live music,” I said slyly. Carefully, I pulled my posters of Eric and Outta Site out of my bag. I took a wad of Triple Tropical out of my mouth, broke it into pieces, and stuck it on the corners of my posters. Then, I hung the posters next to my bed. Triple Tropical is great for hanging things on walls. According to my mom it never lets go.
“Where would we get live music?” Suzanne asked with a sneer. “I suppose we could have the kitchen staff play on their pots and pans with spoons.”
“And the counselors could blow their whistles!” Ariel giggled.
“We could clap our hands and hum,” Meg suggested.
Denni chuckled. “Great idea, Becky! "
― Judy Baer , Camp Pinetree Pals (Treetop Tales)
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" You know Eric Richards? I mean, like, personally know him?” Her eyes were so large they nearly disappeared under the fringe of her bangs. “I mean, as in really, truly know him?”
I was about to say something, but before I could, Meg threw herself backward onto one of the bunk beds and squealed, “He’s so cute!”
“He must be the cutest boy in the entire world,” Katie added.
“And the best singer,” Suzanne added.
What am I doing? I wondered. The closest I’d ever been to Eric Richards was the poster I’d glued to my wall with Triple Tropical Bubble Gum. "
― Judy Baer , Camp Pinetree Pals (Treetop Tales)
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" Suddenly, from behind the bus, a tall, good-looking guy with dark hair and green eyes strolled up. He looked a little like the drummer in Outta Site. I could feel my throat go dry.
“Hi,” he said, looking straight at me. “Are you playing softball?”
“I got here too late,” I admitted, wishing I could think of something funny to say. I pushed at my hair, not knowing what else to do.
“Want to bat around a few tennis balls?” he asked.
“Sure, I guess so,” I said. Suddenly, tennis was my all-time favorite sport. "
― Judy Baer , Camp Pinetree Pals (Treetop Tales)