competition for the best hut is also very popular with students. I suspect it’s largely because of this.’
Rachel fished something out of a canvas bag behind her and held it up for everyone to see.
Penelope pinched Bob (quite hard) on the thigh. Because this was a moment she definitely wanted to share. Penelope felt a little bit swoony looking at that medal.
She glanced over at Eliza Chung. Eliza was Class Captain. Penelope had really wanted to be Class Captain, but she was pretty sure only two people had voted for her: Oscar, and, Penelope herself. (This was before Bob came to their school, of course.)
Being Class Captain meant Eliza had a lovely badge she got to wear to school every day . Although Penelope had a whole wall of award certificates (and even more tucked away in her special box with a lock and key), she’d never owned a badge like Eliza’s or a shiny medal like this.
But a best hut competition was totally and completely suited to Penelope’s talents. It was a better fit than bush cooking or even orienteering.
Penelope’s mind immediately surged with excellent best hut-ish plans. Rachel hadn’t said anything about appointing a hut leader, but it was clear to Penelope that her group would have a huge advantage if she volunteered for the role.
That way, while other teams were messing around discussing what to do, Penelope’s group could just follow her instructions. They’d be way ahead.
She could already imagine how the medal would look on several of her (and Bob’s) favourite outfits.
Most of the girls Penelope knew would probably think of it as a chore, since it would involve a lot of organising. But Penelope knew that leading her hut to victory would definitely not be a chore. In fact, she was super ready to find out who was in their hut, so they could get started straight away.
‘So, here are the hut groups,’ Rachel said, after spending a lot of time talking about far less important things.
Penelope waited and waited and waited as Rachel read out the groups. It was extremely good to know that Bob was going to be in her hut, but it was still worrying to not know who else would be with them. She looked across the hall. Oscar smiled and gave Penelope a big wave. She responded with a smaller one, keeping her hand by her side so no-one else could see. Some of the kids could get very silly about things like boys and girls waving to each other.
When Oscar’s group was read out, Penelope couldn’t help glancing over to see if he was happy. Personally, she couldn’t think of any other boys she would want to share a hut with, but she was glad to see Oscar looked pleased. She was going to keep looking, and sneak him a smile when he glanced her way again. But then he started picking at a scab on his knee, and she decided against it. Even Very Nice Boys like Oscar Finley could be exceptionally gross.
As each group was called out, a camp leader took them off to their hut. It was hard having to wait, but Penelope sat up straight and tried not to fidget. When Joanna went off to her hut with Eliza, Alison and Sarah, Penelope couldn’t help feeling concerned about her chances of winning the best hut medal.
Penelope knew that Joanna couldn’t help being naughty, most of the time at least, so she wasn’t really a threat. But Eliza Chung (Class Captain) and Alison Cromwell (who had collected twenty-five awards at school and was still coming second to Penelope’s forty-one awards) were quite focused. Penelope guessed that they would be her strongest competition for best hut.
But there were still sixteen kids and four huts left. Penelope assumed that her group would be called last (mainly to help control her feelings of impatience).
So when Rachel read out, ‘Hut seven! Penelope Kingston,’ Penelope got quite a shock.
Bob pinching her again did not help.
‘Brittany O’Brien,’ Rachel continued.
Bob’s hand (the one that was not pinching Penelope) shot up in the air. Penelope already