Jenna's Dilemma by Melissa J. Morgan Page B

Tyler cried.
    But Alex and Sarah were already sprinting away, followed by the rest of the bunk, who poured out of the trees, laughing and whooping all the way.
    â€œOh my God! We did it! I can’t believe we did it!” Natalie cheered.
    All the counselors looked up, and their jaws dropped when they saw Natalie and Jenna holding the camera triumphantly above their heads. Down below, Karen stood up, took a little bow, and raced off with Val, Grace, and Chelsea. Her ankle was totally fine.
    â€œHey! She didn’t even hurt herself!” Pete shouted, picking up his hat from the ground where Sarah had tossed it. “Foul! Foul!”
    But he was laughing. They all were. The counselors knew when they had been outsmarted, and they appreciated a game well-played.
    Jenna held the pictures in front of her as they came into focus.
    â€œDid they come out?” Jessie asked from the window.
    â€œThey’re perfect!” Natalie announced. “We got both of them!”
    â€œWe are so awesome!” Jenna cheered, and she and Natalie stood up and hugged. “Ha-ha! Bunk 3C rules!”
    â€œJenna Bloom!” Stephanie shouted up. “Get down from there! You’ll kill yourself!”
    â€œOh, I’m coming down!” Jenna shouted back. “We have a scavenger hunt to win!”

chapter EIGHT
    By the time the bugle sounded to wake the camp the following morning, Jenna was still glowing from her bunk’s scavenger hunt victory and she had a perfect prank in mind for Stephanie. The only problem was, she had no idea how she was going to pull it off. The planning was going to require some inside knowledge—some info even Jenna didn’t have. And the even bigger problem was, the only people who could help her were the girls in Stephanie’s bunk. The dreaded bunk 3A.
    At breakfast, Jenna glanced over at the table where Stephanie was sitting with her campers, trying to figure out which one of the girls might help her. Danielle? No, everyone knew she was a total jerk. Christa? Not likely. That girl talked even less than Karen did. Ashley? No way. She had hated Jenna ever since Jenna planted that frog under her pillow two summers ago. Of course Jenna had only done it because 3A had short-sheeted all the beds in 3C. It was all just part of the rivalry.
    â€œJenna, why do you keep staring at 3A like that?” Alex asked toward the end of breakfast.
    â€œShe’s probably trying to send them psychic ‘I

    hate you’ messages,” Grace joked, munching on her toast.
    Brynn, Valerie, and Alex all giggled, throwing dirty looks at the other table. Jenna wasn’t even sure when the war between the bunks had started. It was as if it had always been there.
    â€œOh! Leave the poor girls alone!” Brynn said, pretending to be sympathetic. “They’re probably still all boo-hooing about how we beat them in the hunt last night.”
    â€œYeah, we did!” Jenna cheered, high-fiving with her friends and letting out a little cheer. Bunk 3C had been the one and only bunk to get the bonus photo and had brought back the blue ribbon for the third year in a row. 3A had been on top until Jenna’s bunk had raced in with the pictures just before the time had run out. Victory was sweet, but it was even sweeter when your lifelong enemies ended up moping all night.
    â€œThey’re such losers,” Alex said, rolling her eyes.
    â€œI don’t know. Some of them aren’t that bad,” Alyssa put in. “Like that girl Regina? She works on the paper with us, and she’s really funny.”
    â€œOh. My. Gosh. You did not just say that,” Val said, dropping her hand to the table.
    â€œOnly a newbie would ever say that,” Alex put in.
    â€œYou cannot like a 3A girl, Alyssa. It’s, like, totally against the code,” Chelsea said. Even though she was a newbie herself, she seemed to live for the rivalry as much as the veterans did.
    â€œThe