Just a Boy and a Girl in a Little Canoe by Sarah Mlynowski

Author:Sarah Mlynowski
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2020-03-12T00:00:00+00:00

WEEK 3 SCHEDULE—BUNK 6A

Week 3

The next morning, Janelle and I help the girls roll up their sleeping bags, which is ten times harder than it should be. I have the most trouble with mine and most of the bag ends up spilling over the edge like a muffin top.

“Thanks again for coming,” I tell Janelle.

“Anytime!” she says. “It was fun. I was just OD. I would rather be sleeping under the stars then stuck in the cabin any day. I have serious FOMO. I want to try it all! See everything! Kiss everyone!”

I laugh. “Sounds fun.”

“It is,” she says. “I’m sure I’ll slow down eventually, but now’s not the time in our lives for us to be stuck in a box, you know?”

“I think I can see what you mean,” I say. We start to carry our stuff to the clearing near the water.

Gavin is sitting in a rowboat.

“Oh. Hey,” I say, feeling incredibly awkward.

“Hey.” He’s wearing his sunglasses and I can’t read his expression. Also the sun is bright so I’m squinting, which doesn’t help the awkwardness.

Silence.

Okay, then.

Does he regret what almost happened? Do I?

My head feels blurry. Cottony. I need coffee.

“Do the girls need help with their bags?” he asks.

“We’re okay,” I tell him. “Thanks.” Squint.

I hear more squealing and an “I got pee on my shoe!” and we put our stuff back in garbage bags, and then back in the rowboats.

“Come row with me, Sam!” Janelle says, and I climb into her boat.

Gavin pushes us off.

Half the girls are cranky and overtired and the other half are pretty much asleep.

“The girls in my tent all woke up having to pee in the middle of the night,” Janelle says. “I thought a bear was going to get us for sure. What a night.”

You’re telling me.

We drop off our stuff at the bunk. Talia is still in bed.

“I am so sorry,” she says, jumping up. “How did it go?”

“Fine,” I say. “Thanks for sending Janelle.”

“Was she super annoying?” she whispers.

“Not at all,” I say. “She was great. Arrived just in time.” Just, just, just in time.

“I don’t know what happened to me,” she says. “But I think the worst is over.”

We have showers first period, which we all appreciate, then drama, then Newcomb. Newcomb is basically volleyball, but you catch and throw the ball instead of volleying it. Then we have lunch washup, and lunch. Half the girls run to the Rec Hall during Rest Hour to try out for tomorrow night’s talent show, but I nap. After lunch, we have SI—swim instruction—in the lake.

Instead of going in, Talia and I sit on the dock. I can’t tell if going in the water now would wake me up or if I’m still so tired I would sink to the bottom. I’m pretty sure the latter.

I watch Gavin across the lake when I know he’s not looking. I’ve been playing a careful game of it, trying to make myself appear extremely busy when his sailboat is heading in our direction.

“Don’t stop, keep going!” Marissa tells the kids.

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