Chapter 4
"Ow!" Tiffany yelped in pain. Fat tears spilling out of her hazel eyes. "You're not very.light on your feet.are you?" Anne muttered. Pulling on Tiffany's arm to help her up. "Why are we running anyway?" Tiffany winced at the stinging sensation, and Anne glanced down at her skinned knee. "I told you. She," she pointed at Emma, "is the evil twin." "Who? Emma? Emma's no evil twin," Tiffany huffed. Hobbling back over to the action. Anne followed her reluctantly.
"Wow!" Emma breathed. "It's amazing." "What?" Leia rolled her blue eyes. Her arms crossed about her chest. "Don't you see it?" Emma asked. Leia ignored her question and said, "You're that little rich girl everybody's been talking about, aren't you? The one that came to camp in a limosine." Emma's blue eyes narrowed at the snideness in the other girl's tone. She hated limosines. But she wasn't going to let this.rude girl.know that! "So?" she said snottily. Crossing HER arms about her chest in a twin gesture. Josie removed her glasses and replaced them atop the bride of her nose to be certain she was seeing what she was seeing. Kelly twisted one long blond pigtail around her finger in disbelief. This was so cool! They looked EXACTLY alike. Especially right now.
"Why'd you even come to camp?" Leia inquired. "Did you and your nanny run out of fashion boutiques to tour?" "Not that it's any of your business," Emma glared, "but I don't have a nanny. And I don't particularly like fashion boutiques. In fact, I hate them. Almost as much as I hate shopping. But not nearly as much as I hate rude, ignorant people." "Are you calling me stupid?" Leia said angrily. Blue eyes shooting such daggers at the girl in front of her that Anne and Tiffany shrank back in fear. Emma rolled her eyes. "There's a difference between ignorance and stupidity. I guess if you were smart, you'd realize that." "Go Emma," Josie cheered. "You tell her." "Hey," Kelly piped up. "You better watch what you're saying." "What are they fighting about?" Tiffany asked cluelessly. Anne answered back just as cluelessly. "I don't know."
"I bet you've cried for your butler every night," Leia continued. "Good one, Lo-Fitz!" Kelly snickered. "Charles," Leia whined, "Charles.bring me a hot fudge sundae. Charles, you didn't pick me the best cherry. Charles, you." "Who's Charles?" Tiffany asked dumbfounded. Anne's blue eyes studied the brunette beside her. Just where were those holes? It was obvious Tiffany was a bona-fide airhead. Emma fumed silently. Who did this girl think she was? "Actually," she said sweetly. "I've never met a real, live butler before. I don't have any servants, I do all my chores by myself, and I'm just an ordinary girl. Not much different from you really." "Give or take $10 million," Leia shot back. Picking up the basketball at her feet and dribbling it from hand to hand.
Josie pulled Emma aside. Peeking over her shoulder suspiciously at Leia. "I bet I know a way you can prove to her you aren't a spoiled princess." Emma perked up. All ears. "I'm waiting," she grinned wickedly. "Challenge her to a game of basketball." Emma's brows shot up. "Basketball? That's supposed to show her I'm normal?" "Yeah," Josie rolled her blue eyes behind her wire frames. "Once you whip her silly up and down this court, Ms. High and Mighty will shut up for good." The idea sounded extremely appealing, Emma realized. She hated it when people that didn't know her judged her. "How is that going to show her I'm not a spoiled princess, though?" "Well," Josie shrugged her shoulders. "How many rich people from Beverly Hills or Paris or London do you see playing basketball everyday?" Emma giggled at the thought of Prince Charles all decked out in a basketball uniform. "Okay," she smiled. Her blue eyes lighting up at the prospect. "I love it."
"I bet you're a really good basketball player," Josie smiled. Nodding at the orange globe in Leia's hands. "Only the best I've ever seen," Kelly bragged. "She IS really good," Anne told Tiffany. "Not better than Emma," Tiffany told her with wide hazel eyes. "Emma's so good I almost cried. So many touchdowns," Tiffany said seriously. Anne giggled helplessly. "Touchdowns? Don't you mean goals?" Tiffany's brow furrowed. "I thought goals were what that made in baseball." Anne threw her arms up over her curly red head. "Points then! They're all points!" "Yeah," Tiffany agreed with a goofy smile. "What about a little game of one on one?" Emma proposed. "That is.unless you're afraid a spoiled wittle prwincess wike wittle ole me is going to beat the socks off you." "Bring it on," Leia tossed the basketball at her. "I'm such a nice person I'll even let you go first."
"Uh oh," Tiffany shook her head. "Bad decision." "Hey, Tiff," Josie joined them. "What are you doing hanging out with the enemy?" "The enemy? Who? Me?" Anne pointed to herself. "Yeah, Annie," Kelly grabbed Anne's arm and pulled her to the opposite side of the court. "What are you doing talking to her?" Tiffany looked across the way at Anne sadly. "She was nice," she whined to Josie. "So what?" Josie shrugged her shoulders. "We're sworn enemies. And if I ever see you talking to her again, I'll hide all your candy. Better yet.I'll feed it to the squirrels." Tiffany looked at her with horrified hazel eyes. Mouth open. "You wouldn't." "Try me," Josie smirked. Tiffany vowed that Bullwinkle was never going to get his grubby little hands on her Butterfingers. Wait.which one was Bullwinkle and which one was Rocky?
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It didn't matter. Emma didn't exactly beat the socks off of Leia. But she DID win. By one touchdown. Er.point. Leia was madder than ever. They celebrated with a swim in the lake. Just what she'd been waiting for all day anyway. And Josie didn't hide her candy. 'Cause she hid it from her first. Good thing, too. Half the girls in the entire camp dropped by that evening to congratulate Emma. For the first time ever.she was one of the most popular girls around! Camp was great, excellent, wonderful, glorious, SO much fun! Josie told her she shouldn't write letters like that to her parents. They'd think she was smoking crack or something. Emma just giggled and threw an arm around her shoulders. She knew she liked her better. =)
"Ow!" Tiffany yelped in pain. Fat tears spilling out of her hazel eyes. "You're not very.light on your feet.are you?" Anne muttered. Pulling on Tiffany's arm to help her up. "Why are we running anyway?" Tiffany winced at the stinging sensation, and Anne glanced down at her skinned knee. "I told you. She," she pointed at Emma, "is the evil twin." "Who? Emma? Emma's no evil twin," Tiffany huffed. Hobbling back over to the action. Anne followed her reluctantly.
"Wow!" Emma breathed. "It's amazing." "What?" Leia rolled her blue eyes. Her arms crossed about her chest. "Don't you see it?" Emma asked. Leia ignored her question and said, "You're that little rich girl everybody's been talking about, aren't you? The one that came to camp in a limosine." Emma's blue eyes narrowed at the snideness in the other girl's tone. She hated limosines. But she wasn't going to let this.rude girl.know that! "So?" she said snottily. Crossing HER arms about her chest in a twin gesture. Josie removed her glasses and replaced them atop the bride of her nose to be certain she was seeing what she was seeing. Kelly twisted one long blond pigtail around her finger in disbelief. This was so cool! They looked EXACTLY alike. Especially right now.
"Why'd you even come to camp?" Leia inquired. "Did you and your nanny run out of fashion boutiques to tour?" "Not that it's any of your business," Emma glared, "but I don't have a nanny. And I don't particularly like fashion boutiques. In fact, I hate them. Almost as much as I hate shopping. But not nearly as much as I hate rude, ignorant people." "Are you calling me stupid?" Leia said angrily. Blue eyes shooting such daggers at the girl in front of her that Anne and Tiffany shrank back in fear. Emma rolled her eyes. "There's a difference between ignorance and stupidity. I guess if you were smart, you'd realize that." "Go Emma," Josie cheered. "You tell her." "Hey," Kelly piped up. "You better watch what you're saying." "What are they fighting about?" Tiffany asked cluelessly. Anne answered back just as cluelessly. "I don't know."
"I bet you've cried for your butler every night," Leia continued. "Good one, Lo-Fitz!" Kelly snickered. "Charles," Leia whined, "Charles.bring me a hot fudge sundae. Charles, you didn't pick me the best cherry. Charles, you." "Who's Charles?" Tiffany asked dumbfounded. Anne's blue eyes studied the brunette beside her. Just where were those holes? It was obvious Tiffany was a bona-fide airhead. Emma fumed silently. Who did this girl think she was? "Actually," she said sweetly. "I've never met a real, live butler before. I don't have any servants, I do all my chores by myself, and I'm just an ordinary girl. Not much different from you really." "Give or take $10 million," Leia shot back. Picking up the basketball at her feet and dribbling it from hand to hand.
Josie pulled Emma aside. Peeking over her shoulder suspiciously at Leia. "I bet I know a way you can prove to her you aren't a spoiled princess." Emma perked up. All ears. "I'm waiting," she grinned wickedly. "Challenge her to a game of basketball." Emma's brows shot up. "Basketball? That's supposed to show her I'm normal?" "Yeah," Josie rolled her blue eyes behind her wire frames. "Once you whip her silly up and down this court, Ms. High and Mighty will shut up for good." The idea sounded extremely appealing, Emma realized. She hated it when people that didn't know her judged her. "How is that going to show her I'm not a spoiled princess, though?" "Well," Josie shrugged her shoulders. "How many rich people from Beverly Hills or Paris or London do you see playing basketball everyday?" Emma giggled at the thought of Prince Charles all decked out in a basketball uniform. "Okay," she smiled. Her blue eyes lighting up at the prospect. "I love it."
"I bet you're a really good basketball player," Josie smiled. Nodding at the orange globe in Leia's hands. "Only the best I've ever seen," Kelly bragged. "She IS really good," Anne told Tiffany. "Not better than Emma," Tiffany told her with wide hazel eyes. "Emma's so good I almost cried. So many touchdowns," Tiffany said seriously. Anne giggled helplessly. "Touchdowns? Don't you mean goals?" Tiffany's brow furrowed. "I thought goals were what that made in baseball." Anne threw her arms up over her curly red head. "Points then! They're all points!" "Yeah," Tiffany agreed with a goofy smile. "What about a little game of one on one?" Emma proposed. "That is.unless you're afraid a spoiled wittle prwincess wike wittle ole me is going to beat the socks off you." "Bring it on," Leia tossed the basketball at her. "I'm such a nice person I'll even let you go first."
"Uh oh," Tiffany shook her head. "Bad decision." "Hey, Tiff," Josie joined them. "What are you doing hanging out with the enemy?" "The enemy? Who? Me?" Anne pointed to herself. "Yeah, Annie," Kelly grabbed Anne's arm and pulled her to the opposite side of the court. "What are you doing talking to her?" Tiffany looked across the way at Anne sadly. "She was nice," she whined to Josie. "So what?" Josie shrugged her shoulders. "We're sworn enemies. And if I ever see you talking to her again, I'll hide all your candy. Better yet.I'll feed it to the squirrels." Tiffany looked at her with horrified hazel eyes. Mouth open. "You wouldn't." "Try me," Josie smirked. Tiffany vowed that Bullwinkle was never going to get his grubby little hands on her Butterfingers. Wait.which one was Bullwinkle and which one was Rocky?
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It didn't matter. Emma didn't exactly beat the socks off of Leia. But she DID win. By one touchdown. Er.point. Leia was madder than ever. They celebrated with a swim in the lake. Just what she'd been waiting for all day anyway. And Josie didn't hide her candy. 'Cause she hid it from her first. Good thing, too. Half the girls in the entire camp dropped by that evening to congratulate Emma. For the first time ever.she was one of the most popular girls around! Camp was great, excellent, wonderful, glorious, SO much fun! Josie told her she shouldn't write letters like that to her parents. They'd think she was smoking crack or something. Emma just giggled and threw an arm around her shoulders. She knew she liked her better. =)