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later,” called Tammy, with a wave good-bye.
    Claire watched Tammy go with a heavy heart. Why did cool Tammy have to be a counselor for Green Gables, while she was stuck inside Sleepy Hollow with yuck, rule-crazy Pam?
    And why did she have to be in the same cabin as a mean red-haired girl who might have pushed against her and might have wrecked her handstand for totally no reason?
    She looked over at Luna, who had found her trunk and was kneeling in front of it, unpacking and refolding and arranging her clothes carefully in the bottom drawers of a bureau. Luna was not going to be much help in this situation. She had not even checked her name tag to see if she was on the Blue or the Buff Team. (Claire checked—luckily, Luna’s sticker was buff, too.)
    If Claire wanted to be Camp Bliss Girl, well, she would have to figure it out on her own.

3
The Pillowcase Fund
    L UNA DID NOT KNOW what to do about her top-bunk sickness. As soon as she realised that there were no more bottom bunks left in the Sleepy Hollow cabin, the symptoms—a small cramp in her stomach and a drumming at her temples—started.
    She tried to make the top-bunk sickness go away by thinking of nice things. Such as how peaceful her kitten looked when she slept in her basket. Or the taste of warm summer strawberries. Or the silken brush of beach sand between her toes.
    All she could feel was sick at the prospect of sleeping in the top bunk.
    She confessed her problem to Claire at that night’s Welcome Campers cookout. Claire was no help.
    “Toads and tamales, Luna! It’s not my fault we got top bunks. Everyone called the bottom bunks before we came.”
    “I could sleep in the office. There’s a first-aid room in the back. It has a bed. I saw it.”
    “Sure, go ahead. If you want kids to make fun of you, that is.” Claire sniffed. “They’ll call you names before camp has even officially started. Like Chicken Luna or Loser Luna or Luna Boo-hoo or—”
    “Okay, okay. I get the point.”
    Luna could tell that Claire was distracted by so much else going on around them. So many new faces to see. So many names and rules and songs to learn. The last thing Claire ever would want to do was to sleep in the first-aid room and miss out on everything.
    Zestlessly, Luna carried her paper plate over to a space all by herself and took a bite of her charred hamburger. She chewed and sighed and thought. Five weeks of teetering on the top bunk, and no way out. How long would she last? How would she even last the night?
    After the cookout, there was a sing-along, and the counselors introduced themselves. Then the counselors performed a skit that tried to teach some of Camp Bliss’s rules in a funny way. Then it was time for bed.
    Camp is stupid, Luna thought, as she trudged back to Sleepy Hollow, where she changed into her nightshirt and brushed her teeth. And when it’s not stupid, it’s bad. Nothing but rules and burnt burgers and top bunks and smarty-pants Pam.
    She went to the outhouse and stayed so long that girls yelled and pounded on the door for their turn. Just before she began the dreadful climb up, up, up to her top bunk, Luna thought about using her bottle of Marigold Zest, which she had hidden carefully in her bureau in her plastic soap case. But, no, zest was not what she needed. Zest would not help her get a good night’s sleep on the top bunk.
    Zest was not the same thing as bravery.
    “’Night, guys,” called Pam from her cot. “We’re up at six tomorrow, so I’d advise against talking to your neighbors.” She extinguished the door lantern. The cabin went dark and, after some giggles and whispers, quiet.
    It was a terrifying first night. Every time Luna almost drifted off to sleep, she thought she could feel herself falling. Rolling down a mountaintop or plummeting through black outer space or dropping clean off the side of a— argh! She jolted awake with a start, her pulse pounding as her hands gripped the mattress edges. Safe! For now.