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ton. She had probably brought too many shoes and books. She had packed some romances in case camp turned out to be boring, and then had thrown in a few classics from her English reading list in case camp turned out to be really, really boring. She shut the trunk of the car with a thud. “Tell Mom I’ll call her later.”
    It was probably better that her mom wasn’t here to see the camp, Tori decided. She undoubtedly would have found several reasons why it wasn’t suitable.
    Aprilynne hung her head out the window. “You realize your friends have a bet going to see how long you’ll last here. Now that I’ve seen the place, I think I’ll wager a hundred dollars on three days.”
    Tori grabbed her matching shoulder bag from the backseat of the BMW. “I’ve got my stuff. You can go now.”

    Aprilynne started up the car, then glanced back again. “You know, there’s no point in being rich if you act poor.”
    Tori ignored the comment. She should have never told Aprilynne that some kids came to Dragon Camp on need-based scholarships. Aprilynne wasn’t impressed by that type of largesse. She had only rolled her eyes and said, “You mean, not only is dragon camp made up of Renaissance Faire rejects, but they’re all broke, too?”
    The BMW pulled out of the parking lot going too fast—Aprilynne’s normal driving speed—and soon nothing was left of her sister but a trail of dust and designer perfume hanging in the air.
    Tori walked slowly toward the main building and the hand-printed sign that read REGISTER HERE. She pulled her two suitcases, wishing too late that she hadn’t brought the good luggage. The dust would probably ruin the canvas by the time she made it to her cabin. Still, she couldn’t very well pick them up and haul them around; they were too heavy. Several kids streamed around her, jostling by with backpacks and duffle bags.
    How had they managed to fit everything they needed for a month into a duffle bag? Tori’s shoes alone took up that much space. Still, it had been a mistake to pack so much, or maybe just a mistake to come. Maybe Aprilynne was right. That occasionally happened. The beds would be hard, the food bad, and the stuff about dragon classes that had made her want to come in the first place—a bunch of hype to attract little kids.
    Besides, she was too old for a camp like this. She was sixteen and a half, and most of these kids didn’t look much older than the required entrance age of eleven.
    Tori pulled her suitcases harder. They bumped along on the uneven ground, nearly falling over.
    She thought about the cell phone tucked into her shoulder bag. Aprilynne probably hadn’t even reached the main road yet. If Tori
called her now, the car would be back here in minutes. They could be somewhere shopping by early afternoon.
    Tori stared at the road leaving camp and wondered who would win the bet. Had anyone wagered she would only last five minutes?
    As Tori pulled, her biggest suitcase gave a shudder and tipped over. A cloud of dust rose from the ground at the point of its demise. She bent to straighten it, and as she did, her shoulder bag slid down her arm, knocking into her other suitcase, which then joined the first one on the ground. She let out a huff of exasperation, set the shoulder bag down, then righted her suitcases.
    Stupid dirt parking lot. Fine, it was a camp, but every camp Tori had ever attended had paved parking lots and sidewalks between the cabins. By the look of it, this one had neither. A worse thought came to her: What if this camp didn’t have real toilets? What if it had outhouses?
    She walked slower, searching for a restroom among the rustic log cabins that were scattered through the forest. The words from the brochure came to her mind: Step into the world of dragon slayers. Campers will practice fencing, horseback riding, archery, and everything a young dragon slayer needs to save the world. Older campers can apply what they learn in medieval history class for