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knew what Bob was going to say.
    ‘I don’t go by that name, Rachel. Not ever. Just call me Bob,’ she said.
    Penelope waited as Rachel found a pen and made a note. It seemed to take a long time. Penelope estimated about eleven seconds, but if she had her iPhone she would have been able to measure exactly how long they waited.
    Finally, Rachel continued. ‘Tilly Fraser and Rita Azul.’

    The hut was quite bare and plain, with four bunk beds, a wardrobe with drawers at the bottom and a small bathroom down the end. Someone had put cardboard name tags into the little metal frames at the end of each bed. Penelope was pleased to see her name on a bottom bunk, with Bob’s on top. Top bunks were terribly overrated (and a little hazardous) as far as Penelope was concerned.
    Penelope put down her sausage bag on her allocated bed.
    ‘The weird thing is,’ Rita said, glancing around the hut as Bob crossed out Brittany on her name tag and wrote Bob instead, and Tilly climbed up to her top bunk, ‘seven is my lucky number.’
    Penelope tilted her head. ‘Really?’ she said. ‘It’s mine, too.’
    Rita smiled. It was actually quite a nice smile and not mean at all.
    ‘You know, I reckon we should really, really try to win the best hut competition,’ Rita continued. She dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘But I think we need a secret weapon. We should have a leader. Someone who knows how to get everything sorted.’
    Penelope could hardly believe her ears. There was no doubt Rita was talking about her. Out of all the kids in her class, Penelope was the only one, for example, who put the books in her locker in alphabetical order. Quite often, students from other years even asked to see her locker. That was definitely proof of her of being super organised! In fact, she had a reputation for it!
    And having Rita supporting her would be great, because Rita was a Very Determined person.
    Penelope was just about to start outlining her plans when Tilly stuck her head (rather dangerously) over the edge of her bunk.
    ‘Guys,’ she squealed. ‘Check it out! I got a welcome postcard from the girl who slept on this bunk before me!’
    ‘Me too,’ said Bob. ‘Don’t you think that’s a bit spooky? Kind of like getting a postcard from a ghost. Woooo!’
    Penelope would have preferred to continue discussing the best hut competition. Getting postcards from the people who’d stayed there before them was nothing like getting a postcard from a ghost (since, as far as they knew, no-one who stayed here had actually died).
    She assumed her postcard would be quite dull – something that the girl before her had been forced to write before she went home. But, since everyone else was reading their postcards, Penelope quickly snuck into the bathroom and changed into a fresh, dribble-free T-shirt. Then she checked her bed for a postcard.

    Penelope read the postcard three times. Even though it definitely wasn’t from a ghost, there was something spooky about it (in a good way). For starters, the writer shared Penelope’s initials: Poppy Katz/Penelope Kingston. And even though the advice to try everything was a little bit annoying, it wasn’t half as annoying as the other girls’ postcards, which were all about the challenge swing – complete with drawings. And Poppy’s advice about the best hut competition was actually quite useful. Penelope quickly checked the notes in the Camp Tribute booklet.
    WAYS TO GET BONUS POINTS
    • Arrange your boots and shoes outside in a creative way, e.g. smiley face.
    • Decorate your hut with posters and drawings from the library or with your own artwork.
    • Make sure the last person out of the hut checks that all lights are off.
    Penelope felt particularly excited about the middle point. She was excellent at art. She could already imagine the walls of hut seven decorated with her drawings of local plants and animals. She tried to get Bob and Tilly’s attention, but they were being a bit silly, putting