were beads everywhere .â
âGood ideas,â Jenna said. âMaybe you should write them down or something so I remember them.â
âTotally!â Grace said, putting a little skip in her walk that made her crazy red curls bounce all around. âIâll do it when we get back.â
âJust make sure you give it to Jenna and not Chelsea,â Brynn suggested. âI donât trust that girl yet.â
âThat reminds me,â Alex said, walking backward to look at Jenna. She glanced around at the other random campers walking and talking nearby and lowered her voice. âWhatever happened to the initiation prank?â
Jenna blinked. She couldnât believe it. She had entirely forgotten about the initiation prank this year! Wow. Iâve been really distracted , she thought.
âYeah! What about that? You did it to me, Jessie, and Candace last year,â Grace said.
âAnd Val and Sarah and the others two years ago,â Brynn added.
âYeah. Everyone in the bunk who came after us has been a victim at some point,â Alex pointed out. âDonât Chelsea, Nat, and Alyssa need to be initiated, too?â she added, raising her eyebrows.
Jenna glanced over her shoulder at Natalie and Alyssa, who were walking with Valerie, Jessie, and Sarah, gabbing about the social. Now that she knew them so well, she wasnât sure she wanted to prank Natalie and Alyssa. They didnât feel as new to her anymore. They were already her friends.
âMaybe I waited too long,â Jenna said.
âHey! Donât wuss out on us,â Brynn said. âItâs a tradition.â
Jenna caught a glimpse of Chelsea now, who was walking with Simon, Eric, and Adam, tossing her hair and flirting. Ew! Flirting with Adam ? And even worse, Adam was smiling and laughing. He seemed to be enjoying it. Maybe some newbies did need to be pranked.
âAll right,â Jenna said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she turned back to her friends. âLetâs do it.â
âWhen?â Alex asked, her dark eyes bright with excitement.
âWhy wait?â Jenna said, a skitter of excitement racing over her skin. âTomorrow we make a plan. And tomorrow night, the newbies get initiated.â
chapter THREE
The next morning, Jenna stood on the edge of the wooden planks that made up the beginnerâs diving pier at the Lakeview lake. The sky was a gorgeous blue with just a few whispy-white clouds. The sun was hot on her shoulders and all around the lake, campers laughed, splashed, and squealed, having the time of their lives. Across the water, in the deep end, the senior boys and girls were doing relay races while their friends shouted encouragement from the sand. Jenna watched them, wishing she were over there having fun instead of standing over the rippling water, terrified.
In the water below Jenna, Chelsea and Alex dog-paddled, having already made their dives. Behind her were a bunch of other boys and girls in her swim skill level, all gossiping and messing around while they waited their turns. Everyone was happy and relaxed and looking forward to that nightâs movie-night viewing. Everyone except Jenna.
The water looked so far away. Even though she could probably reach down with her toe and touch the cool surface of the lake, it still looked so far. Was she really supposed to launch herself from the safety of the platform and crash headfirst into the water? What if there was something down there? Like a rock? She could crack her head open and die and her body would sink to the bottom of the lake and no one would ever find her andâ
Sometimes having a good imagination really stinks , Jenna thought.
The whole camp was divided up into colors according to their swimming ability. Those who were just learning to swim were reds and had to stay in the shallow end. Those who could swim but werenât experts yet and couldnât dive were yellows, like Jenna.