The summer I turned thirteen, Lu and Dave sent me to Camp Lookout, on the next mountain over. I was none too pleased with the prospect, initially, but once I got there it was all right. It wasn’t a full-fledged summer camp, anyway—it only ran for two weeks out of the year, and I was near enough to home that a phone call would probably have summoned my aunt and uncle faster than a pizza.

I tried not to feel too betrayed as they drove off and left me, and I tried to remember that it was only a couple of weeks. This was supposed to be fun. Dave said that I was there to taste some independence, and when he put it that way, it didn’t sound so bad.

The camp itself was civilized enough, which is to say, at least there weren’t any tents. I didn’t like the thought of tents. I like having more between me and the elements than a thin sheet of canvas, and I’ve never seen the point of going out of your way to pretend you haven’t got any plumbing. Therefore, I was greatly reassured by the sight of cabins and a couple of communal bathroom buildings. As long as I could flush, I’d be okay.

I twisted my hands up in the duffel bag straps and shifted the weight of my backpack on my shoulder. Some other kid a few feet away was crying and clinging to her mom. She was about my age, and I found myself uncomfortable on her behalf. I wasn’t entirely thrilled about the situation either, but it wasn’t something to make a scene over.

“Good grief,” I muttered, just in time for a counselor to tap me on the shoulder and offer to show me to my bunk.

The counselor’s name was Maggie, and she had a bone-deep tan that promised she’d look like a saddle in twenty years time. She had enormous teeth, as unnaturally white as her skin was unnaturally brown, and she was near enough to my age that I anticipated a difficult time taking her seriously. But she was wearing the official camp staff T-shirt and a name tag that identified her as a “Senior Assistant,” so I let her tell me where to go.

She led me to a big A-frame structure that was supposed to look rough-hewn, and it succeeded enough to worry me about its potential bug population. But inside, the place was clean, and the four narrow beds appeared free of any obvious infestation.

Two of the beds had stacks of personal belongings staking them out as claimed, so I went to the far corner and dropped my stuff down on an empty mattress.

“Your bunkmates are already lined up for roll call and introduction. Let’s get you out there with them, okay?”

“Okay.”