their sleeping bags over their heads (in the top bunks!) and pretending to be ghosts.
She was about to announce her excellent idea out loud – loud enough be heard through sleeping bags – when there came a knock at the door. A camp leader (‘Ramone’, his name badge said) opened the door. He took off his hat and bowed.
‘Tour time, hut seven,’ he said.
Rita peered over Penelope’s shoulder. ‘Those are really good tips,’ she whispered as Bob and Tilly jumped down from their bunks. ‘We really need to pay attention to them.’
Even though Penelope really didn’t like people reading over her shoulder, she decided to let it go. Rita was right. And she was being so agreeable.
Perhaps sharing a hut with Rita Azul wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
Three other huts joined hut seven for the tour of Camp Tribute. Oscar’s hut was there, plus another boys’ hut, and hut six (with Joanna, Eliza, Alison and Sarah).
Penelope was a little surprised to see Joanna walking right next to Alex Gabriel, chatting away happily. It was kind of a rule that boys and girls stayed pretty separate outside of class.
Penelope actually chatted with Oscar quite a bit, like when they were working on a charity stall together, or when they were looking at Oscar’s weird bugs. But she always thought that was because Oscar was just that sort of boy. It was most unusual to see a girl like Joanna and a boy like Alex spending so much time together.
The group stopped (with Joanna and Alex leaning in to each other in quite a strange way) as Ramone pointed out the bike ed course.
The next stop was the rock-climbing wall. Penelope had done a bit of rock climbing with Harry and her dad, when he was in town over the holidays. Her dad had switched off his mobile phone completely and absolutely (not even on vibrate) and stayed with them for a whole hour. Penelope had trusted her brain to help her feet find the right spot, and it had worked. She still remembered that day vividly.
Her dad had said that she and Harry were ‘mountain goats’ (which was apparently a compliment if you were rock climbing). And afterwards, her dad had taken them out for yum cha, just the three of them – no stepmother or Sienna.
Although it was a type of sport, Penelope quite liked rock climbing.
The next stop was a lovely art room. As the art teacher showed them around, Penelope took note of the materials she could use for the pictures she was planning to draw, which would be vital to her group winning the best hut competition.
Then they looked at the archery area, and the ropes course. Unfortunately the ropes course wasn’t an optional activity (Penelope had asked). Still, it didn’t look ridiculously hard. Penelope thought she would cope.
When they came to the challenge swing, however, Penelope had to remind herself to breathe.
‘The challenge swing is an optional activity,’ Ramone said. ‘But you do have to sit in the harness and get the feel of it. The people on the ground pull on the rope, which causes the harness to rise. When you’ve gone as high as you want, you release yourself by tugging on this green handle.’
Penelope shut her eyes. Now the swing was right in front of her, she could practically feel herself rising up into the sky. In fact, she could imagine it so clearly she felt more giddy than she’d ever felt before. But she could absolutely not imagine pulling that green handle, knowing that she would instantly plummet to the ground .
‘I’m going all the way to the top and I’m going to do tricks,’ said Alex loudly. ‘I’m going to fly like Superman!’
Penelope felt her eyebrows arching. For some reason that seemed to have little to do with the challenge swing or Superman, Alex then got Joanna in a headlock. As far as Penelope was concerned, he was acting very strangely. Perhaps the idea of plummeting to the ground had made him a little crazy?
‘Me too,’ Rita called out. ‘I’m going all the way to the top, and