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such a tiny bathroom,' Kia said. 'Especially us older
ones. I mean, Courtney McFarlane's a model. She'll
need to –'
    'Courtney McFarlane!' I blurted. 'Is she in this room?
She's one hundred per cent sponsored by Ocean Pearl.'
    'Everyone knows that,' Kia replied, like I was the
most stupid person on earth. 'She goes out with Tim.
You know, Tim Parker.'
    But I couldn't help myself. This was getting more
unbelievable by the minute. I was trying to stop myself
from squealing. 'He's number eighteen on the WQS!'
    'Sixteen,' Kia corrected.
    'And, and she's in our room?' I asked again.
'Courtney McFarlane?'
    'She probably asked to be.'
    Now I was officially speechless.
    'When did you meet Courtney McFarlane?' It
sounded like Reg was trying not to laugh. 'In your
dreams?'
    Kia was not amused. 'Dad, you don't know everything
about me. I've met . . . Ace a couple of times.'
    'Ace?' Reg and I said together.
    'That's what her friends call her,' Kia replied. 'Ace. It
started from ice, like ice queen, and then somehow
became Ace.'
    'Right.' Reg smirked. 'Ice. I mean, Ace.'
    'Is she a bit –' I wanted to say this nicely – 'a bit
snobby?'
    'No!'
    'Oh, sorry. I just thought –'
    'She's really, really nice,' Kia told me. 'You just have
to get to know her first.'
    Kia mumbled the next bit as she pulled more clothes
out of one of her bags, but I heard it: 'I don't know
what she's going to think about being in a room with a
twelve-year-old.'
    Heaps and heaps of stuff was piled up on Kia's bed.
She had at least three different-coloured pairs of Havaianas
and about ten bikinis.
    I knew I hadn't brought enough stuff. I should've
spent the cheque Reg gave me for an early birthday
present on clothes instead of putting it in the bank. But
I wasn't that into clothes. They were a bit of a waste of
money and I was only two hundred and seventy-five
dollars off getting my new board. Plus I desperately
needed a new wetsuit.
    Reg was walking towards Kia's bed. 'I don't think
you should scrunch up your wetsuit like that, Kia. You
need to take better care of it.'
    'It's fine,' Kia snapped.
    'No, it's not fine, Kia,' Reg replied. He took it and
laid it out on the bed. 'That's not the way to treat it.'
    'Is that one of those fully sealed wetsuits?' As soon as
I said it I regretted it. The look Kia shot me told me I
should've too. But it was so cool. I would die to have one
of those. They were like the most awesome wetties you
could own – totally out of my price range.
    Kia grunted something I didn't catch and I went
back to my empty drawers.
    'Hello?' a girl called from the doorway.
    'Aggghhhhh!' Kia's shriek almost blew my
eardrums. 'Georgie, you're here!'
    They must've been best friends the way they
hugged each other.
    'How cool is this place?' Kia babbled. 'Did you see
the fish pond? And the rec room has, like, the biggest
flat-screen TV you have ever seen. And the beach is
sectioned off just for us. And the training pool is, like,
so –'
    Luckily for me, I had something to do 'cause I was
so invisible.
    Reg coughed. 'Kia?'
    Please don't make a big deal, Reg. She'll hate me even more.
    'Kia?' Reg said a bit louder. 'Aren't you going to . . .?'
    My hands folded the same T-shirt for the third time.
    'Whatever, Dad.' Kia so obviously rolled her
eyeballs. 'Georgie, this is Micki.'
    I peered up. The heat from my forehead was almost
burning a hole in my skull.
    'Hi Micki.' The girl called Georgie gave me an
enormous smile. 'Good to meet you.'
    'Hey.' I smiled back.
    Georgie was big. Not fat. Strong and solid-looking.
But her face was round and kind. 'This place is pretty
cool, isn't it?'
    'It's the best,' I whispered. 'The best.'

ACE
    My mother did U-turn number five and we'd only
been in the car ten minutes.
    'I said left, not right, Mum.'
    'You didn't! You said right! ' Mum shot me a greasy.
'Stop looking at your damn phone and start looking at
the signs. Please, Courtney. It is your surf camp we are
trying to get to. Not mine.'
    'Sorry,' I spat. It