Vanishing Act by Laura Martin

Author:Laura Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2022-04-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“I can’t believe we are already two weeks into camp and we still have a giant goose egg on that board,” Gary grouched as he bit into his slice of pizza. I eyed the scoreboard at the front of the dining hall, where we still had a big fat zero next to our team’s name. It was definitely better than the negative five Aaron had given us, but since the only points we’d managed to win were five points at the ropes course, we still had a zero.

“We’ve just had a string of bad luck,” Emerson said. “It’s bound to turn around soon.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Gary said. “I’d say we’re cursed.”

I didn’t comment as I took another bite of the pepperoni pizza that I couldn’t actually see and chewed thoughtfully. My new trick of turning things invisible was obnoxious at best and a pain at the worst. It didn’t happen all the time, but often enough that more than once I’d found myself sleeping on an invisible bed and attempting to brush my teeth with an invisible toothbrush. Thankfully everything showed back up eventually, but there didn’t seem to be a rhyme or reason to how long things stayed invisible. Nurse Betsy had been trying out different sock and glove options in an attempt to stop my new fun trick from turning our entire cabin invisible, but I kept making them disappear too, which made them really hard to keep track of. The only perk to this new RISK factor discovery was that the mystery of my disappearing stuff was solved. No one was taking my stuff; I just hadn’t been noticing that I’d been making it disappear. Some of it had slowly started to reappear, and I was especially pleased to discover my toothbrush, since I’d been borrowing Gary’s when he wasn’t looking.

I’d also been bumped to a level five, thanks to this new party trick that had entailed a full workup from Nurse Betsy and lots of iPad tapping from Mr. Munkhouser. Neither of those things were as annoying as trying to eat invisible pizza with an invisible hand. Gary was right. We did seem cursed. If it wasn’t our RISK factors getting in the way of succeeding, it was faulty equipment. First our canoe had gone careening down a hill at thirty miles an hour to shatter like a piñata at a kid’s birthday. Which, admittedly, had nothing to do with equipment and everything to do with poor decision-making. Although if the Blue Spruces’ and Blue Morphos’ canoe hadn’t fallen apart on the trail and blocked our way, we could have avoided that particular disaster.

Then it had been the empty toolbox with the tree house build, then the ropes course where we’d avoided catastrophe by the skin of our teeth, and the fire-building contest had been a hot mess. Literally and figuratively. Anthony’s flameproof gloves had turned out to be very flammable, and the result had been a disaster that would have given Smokey Bear nightmares for a week.

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