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choose someone else. Maybe even Gerard.
    And I couldn’t let that happen. Not in a million years.
    I didn’t see her again the next day, as our group kayaked out around a bunch of small windswept islands. There were seabirds all around and seals in the water and lounging on rocks. An eagle sailed above me once. And lots and lots of open water.
    They had planned it so we would never run into the girls, who must have gone in another direction. But I could see what Brianna was talking about. This was a wild, empty and uninhabited part of Nova Scotia. If we could get away, there would be a million tiny coves to hide in, hundreds of islands where we could go ashore and hole up. If you wanted to hide, it would take an entire navy to find you in this vast expanse of water and islands.
    Even traveling with my fellow criminals and following Chris’s directions, out here I felt free and alive and in control of my own kayak and, somehow, my own fate. I only knew the basics of Brianna’s escape plan, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to believe Brianna and I had the stuff to make it happen.
    I’d be alone with her out here— daytime and at night. And that would be a dream come true. Who cares if we never made it to Montreal? And it wasn’t like we were breaking out of Walkerton. This was different—bigger and more exciting than that. And this would prove that we were more powerful than the rotten, unfair system that put us here. The one that was always trying to break us.
    My arms were starting to get a bit sore and my back was feeling it when Chris veered away from leading the group and doubled back, and then came up alongside me. “Cameron, you’re a strong paddler. You’re a natural at this. How do you feel?”
    â€œI feel great.”
    â€œI watched you this morning. You seemed different.”
    That worried me. Did he suspect something?
    â€œI meant that in a good way.”
    â€œOh. Thanks.”
    â€œWe have a group of younger kids coming in for a day camp next week. I’m wondering if you’d help me teach them some of the basics about water safety and handling kayaks.”
    That was a weird request. Me? A role model for young delinquents? But hey, why not? It would give me brownie points.
    But then, maybe Brianna and I would be long gone by the time the young hoodlums arrived. Nonetheless, I wanted Chris to think I was dependable. “Sure,” I said. “I’d love to.”

Chapter Six
    Back at the camp, it was business as usual. Gerard giving me crap. Chris trying to be my friend and mentor. Me with one voice in my head telling me to chill and see this camp thing through, go back to school in the fall. Be good. And the other voice saying, Go for the girl. Run. Get the hell out of here. Go crazy. Start a new exciting life.
    But then things got a little complicated.
    It started as a food fight in the dining hall. The girls. I was watching Brianna from across the room. I’m pretty sure she started it. Somebody accidentally shoved against her as she was eating.
    Brianna shoved back—hard. And then the other girl, a tall big-shouldered one with short cropped hair, said something nasty. That’s when Brianna took her fork and flicked something— mashed potatoes I think—into her face. That was all it took.
    The big girl dropped her tray to the floor and reached for Brianna’s hair, grabbed it and pulled her backward. Brianna reached behind her for the girl’s head and smacked her in the ears.
    Then all hell broke loose.
    The two girls were fighting, and everyone was up and yelling. I felt sick to my stomach and tried to push my way through the crowd to help Brianna, but I couldn’t get there.
    Chris and a couple of the women counselors were pulling people apart and trying to get to the fighting girls, and when they did, Chris held his hands up to the mob to get some control while the two women pulled the girls