Jenna's Dilemma by Melissa J. Morgan Page A

tiptoed their way through the storage room on the second floor of the main cabin.
    â€œCome on, Jess! Don’t you want to win?” Jenna asked, sidestepping a very dusty stack of ancient board games. What in the world was Uncle Wiggly, anyway?
    â€œYeah, but um . . . I’m kind of afraid of heights.”
    Outside, a bunch of girls squealed and a few other people applauded. Time was running out. They had to get this last item before someone else won the scavenger hunt.
    â€œDon’t worry. Natalie and I will do it,” Jenna said. “Right, Nat?”
    â€œI grew up in a skyscraper,” Natalie said, determined. “No problem.”
    They got to the window above the cabin’s front porch, and Jenna undid the latch. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she pulled up on the old window. It wouldn’t budge.
    â€œI don’t think this thing has ever been opened,” Jenna said.
    â€œHere. Let’s all try,” Natalie suggested.
    Together, the three girls gripped at the bottom of the old window and suddenly, without warning, it flew open, slamming into the top of the frame. Jenna and her friends froze, but luckily someone outside shouted at the exact same moment. It didn’t seem like anyone down below had heard.
    â€œNo screen. Thank goodness,” Jessie said.
    â€œOkay, Nat. Let’s go,” Jenna said.
    â€œGood luck, you guys!” Jessie whispered.
    Jenna was the first to crawl out. She placed her foot on the roof of the porch’s overhang and carefully put all her weight on it. The roof was sturdy as could be, and she realized she had been silly to worry. Matt had once told her that he and the other counselors sometimes snuck out here to look at the stars. Of course it would hold her.
    â€œWe’re good. Come on,” Jenna said to Natalie.
    Natalie swung her leg over the windowsill and followed Jenna out. They crept to the edge of the roof and lay down on their stomachs to stay out of sight. Jenna picked her head up carefully and saw Alex signal her from the trees across the way. Jenna lifted her hand in response, and Alex nodded.
    â€œHere we go,” she said to Natalie.
    Giggling, they pulled themselves forward so they could see over the edge of the roof. Down below, Pete, Tyler, Marissa, and Stephanie were all hanging out, each wearing a baseball cap. A bunch of boys from 5F ran by, and the counselors cheered them on. They were followed by four very familiar faces.
    â€œHere they come!” Natalie whispered.
    Jenna held her breath. Valerie, Karen, Grace, and Chelsea all came running into view, right in front of the counselors. Val was holding the horseshoe again. A little touch to make it look real. It had been Alex’s idea.
    â€œGet ready,” Natalie whispered.
    Jenna propped the camera up and focused in on Tyler’s head. One of these counselors was going down.
    â€œWe got it!” Valerie shouted again. “We got the last horseshoe!”
    Just then, Karen tripped and fell right in the dirt in front of the counselors. Everyone stopped.
    â€œOmigosh! Are you okay?” Chelsea asked.
    And then, Karen started to wail. “My ankle! My ankle!” She even produced actual tears. Jenna and Natalie looked at each other. Little, quiet, mousy Karen was not a bad actress.
    â€œShe’s like a secret weapon,” Natalie said, her eyes bright.
    â€œNo joke,” Jenna replied.
    Instantly, all the counselors rushed to Karen’s side. Tyler crouched down next to her and pulled her shoe off.
    â€œKaren? Can you move it at all?” Marissa asked.
    At that second, Alex and Sarah sprinted out of the trees across the way. Before anyone could even look up, Alex snatched the baseball cap off Tyler’s head and Sarah got Pete’s. Jenna snapped the picture, ripped the print from the side of the camera, then snapped another for good measure.
    â€œHey!” Pete shouted at Sarah.
    â€œWhere did you come from?”