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Until she closed her eyes and was on the top of the mountain again. Oh, she would never get a good night’s sleep!
    A kick lifted her mattress from beneath.
    “Would you shut up?” The voice was loud and deep, especially for a girl.
    “Who’s that?”
    “It’s me, Lakshmi, who sleeps under you. Or I’m trying to, at least. But it’s pretty hard, with you muttering and groaning and sighing like some kind of haunted house.”
    “Sorry.” Luna pictured Lakshmi’s face, her velvet brown eyes staring up angrily at Luna’s mattress.
    “Get to know your cabin mates,” Pam had told them earlier, at the cookout. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time with them.”
    So Luna (who was good at memorizing) had matched up an adjective to the name of every girl who bunked in Sleepy Hollow. First came Know-It-All Pam, the counselor. Then Chunky Penelope. Then there was a red-haired girl, Ella, whom Claire had warned her was a jerk. (Jerk Ella, the red-haired girl.) Next was Nature-Girl Gladriole, or “Glad,” who had waist-length bumpy hair and was a vegetarian. Then Laughing Min Suh, because she had a really loud, happy laugh that made everyone else crack up just to hear it. And Expensive Haley, who wore a ladylike gold watch and gold hoop earrings and had mentioned her vacation house in Bermuda three times already. And then there was Lakshmi, who was gorgeous, with perfect teeth and a silky black ponytail and even a little cleft in her chin. Luna was a big fan of clefts in people’s chins.
    Gorgeous Lakshmi.
    Now Luna revised her list. Gorgeous Lakshmi, Who Hates Me.
    Luna pushed herself closer to the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut. She was scared to be hissed at or kicked again. But just as she was about to fall asleep, she imagined that she was dropping off the side of the mountain, and (in spite of herself) she must have let out a very loud moan-mutter.
    Below, Lakshmi gave a fed-up noise and muttered something herself. Something mean, Luna bet.
    The next morning, Luna climbed down from her bunk, too humiliated to look at Lakshmi. She felt too shy even to apologize for keeping her awake. At breakfast, she watched out of the corner of her eye, ready to duck if Lakshmi decided to confront her. Which she probably would. Luna could sense that while Lakshmi was a quiet type, she was not meek. And while she kept to herself, Lakshmi didn’t seem lonely. In fact, Lakshmi didn’t seem to want to be at Camp Bliss at all.
    Luna avoided Lakshmi until after breakfast. As soon as Claire got up from the table, Luna followed to sidle up behind her twin.
    “You know that girl, Lakshmi? She hates me,” she whispered.
    “Lakshmi who?” Claire looked around.
    “Lakshmi the Gorgeous Indian Girl. Don’t look.”
    “Oh.” Since Lakshmi was the only Indian girl at camp, Claire looked straight at her. Lakshmi stared straight back.
    “Hi.” Claire waved.
    “Which one of you kept me up all night with your stomachache?” Lakshmi asked in her loud voice. “If you do it again tonight, I’m asking for a bed switch. No offense, but I need my sleep.” She yawned.
    “My sister has top-bunk sickness. She was scared to be up so high.’”
    “I was dizzy. Not scared,” Luna corrected.
    “Oh.” Lakshmi gave Luna a quick once-over, then turned her attention back to Claire.
    “My sister’s really good at drawing, though,” Claire said. “She drew a picture of our kittens, and it was so cute.”
    “Uh, okay.” Lakshmi shrugged.
    “I’m Claire,” Claire continued. “And if you really want to tell us apart, Luna’s got a teensy little chicken-pox scar under her chin. See?”
    Lakshmi squinted, then saw. “You shouldn’t have scratched,” she said.
    How terrible, Luna thought, to have an ugly chicken-pox chin and be lectured to by a girl with a gorgeous cleft chin! She stared down at her feet and rubbed her finger over her scar and said nothing.
    “Watch this,” said Claire. She jumped out of line, stretched into a