Chapter Five: Cheerleading Camp
A/N: Yes, this is the camp that Kate goes to and becomes popular.
Kate POV
I sighed. Claire was keeping me away from my friends. Who did she think she was, anyway? Some popular freak who thought she control the place?
I leafed through the mail, hoping there was something for me. There almost never was, unless it was from Grandma or Grandpa or a birthday invitation or maybe a magazine. Usually, the mail was full of the grown-up junk, like bills and wedding invitations, coupons and brochures.
Today wasn't any different. Water bill, heating bill, JCPenny is having a sale (they have one every weekend, just to let you know), and a brochure for some camp.
I looked twice at the camp brochure.
Cheerleading Camp
Ages: 9-14
Date: June 15- July 15
Cost: $1,000
I read the inside, which had a lot of fun stuff. They'd have cheerleading, swimming, and lots of other stuff. It would be really cool if I got to go. But it was expensive, and I knew my mom wouldn't be able to afford it.
If only my dad were here. But no, he had to leave us.
My mom has trouble giving me allowance. We're not poor, it's just that we aren't normal. We have to 'watch what we spend', as Mom says. We don't have extra money for camps, vacations, or anything of that sort.
I had only sixty dollars saved up, and that was for this awesome pair of shoes that my mom said she wouldn't buy.
But this camp seemed better than a new pair of shoes. I mean, summer is always so dull. Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo go on their family vacations, trips to the beach, and all that, but I'm stuck here at home all summer, reading, watching TV, playing outside alone, whatever. This camp would be good for me.
But the question was, how was I going to get $1,000?
That was a lot. The most money I had ever saved up was $90 for these walkie- talkies I had bought last year. (A/N: I think all fourth graders want to buy walkie-talkies. Remember Matt...?) And for that, I sold cookies. For two months.
Well, at least I had the whole school year.
I'd better get to work.
But... Would Claire be there?
I mean, is *was* a cheerleading camp. Popular people like cheerleading, or at least, that's what Miranda says. So I might, just might, run into Claire Miller there. That would be a nightmare.
I shuddered.
What would be worse was if I ran into Claire and her posse there. They'd pulverize me, play jokes on me, and talk like this:
"Like, totally! That outfit is the most cutest for, like, ever. You need berry blue icing nail polish, no that's wrong... oh duh! I mean, like, any blue nail polish would go with that outfit! Well, except for that sparkly kind... actually, you know, that outfit totally sucks. Go to the mall! Have you looked in a mirror lately? Like, you should. Your eyebrows don't match, and I know for a fact that you haven't shaved your legs since, like, Tuesday... Oh, my gosh!"
That seriously gets on my nerves. I heard Claire talking to one of her friends, Brianna. (A/N: Think about that girl in the movie that said 'it's like watching one of those little furry animals get killed on the Discovery Channel' at the graduation.) God, don't they have brains?
But I was going, no matter what.
A/N: Yes, this is the camp that Kate goes to and becomes popular.
Kate POV
I sighed. Claire was keeping me away from my friends. Who did she think she was, anyway? Some popular freak who thought she control the place?
I leafed through the mail, hoping there was something for me. There almost never was, unless it was from Grandma or Grandpa or a birthday invitation or maybe a magazine. Usually, the mail was full of the grown-up junk, like bills and wedding invitations, coupons and brochures.
Today wasn't any different. Water bill, heating bill, JCPenny is having a sale (they have one every weekend, just to let you know), and a brochure for some camp.
I looked twice at the camp brochure.
Cheerleading Camp
Ages: 9-14
Date: June 15- July 15
Cost: $1,000
I read the inside, which had a lot of fun stuff. They'd have cheerleading, swimming, and lots of other stuff. It would be really cool if I got to go. But it was expensive, and I knew my mom wouldn't be able to afford it.
If only my dad were here. But no, he had to leave us.
My mom has trouble giving me allowance. We're not poor, it's just that we aren't normal. We have to 'watch what we spend', as Mom says. We don't have extra money for camps, vacations, or anything of that sort.
I had only sixty dollars saved up, and that was for this awesome pair of shoes that my mom said she wouldn't buy.
But this camp seemed better than a new pair of shoes. I mean, summer is always so dull. Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo go on their family vacations, trips to the beach, and all that, but I'm stuck here at home all summer, reading, watching TV, playing outside alone, whatever. This camp would be good for me.
But the question was, how was I going to get $1,000?
That was a lot. The most money I had ever saved up was $90 for these walkie- talkies I had bought last year. (A/N: I think all fourth graders want to buy walkie-talkies. Remember Matt...?) And for that, I sold cookies. For two months.
Well, at least I had the whole school year.
I'd better get to work.
But... Would Claire be there?
I mean, is *was* a cheerleading camp. Popular people like cheerleading, or at least, that's what Miranda says. So I might, just might, run into Claire Miller there. That would be a nightmare.
I shuddered.
What would be worse was if I ran into Claire and her posse there. They'd pulverize me, play jokes on me, and talk like this:
"Like, totally! That outfit is the most cutest for, like, ever. You need berry blue icing nail polish, no that's wrong... oh duh! I mean, like, any blue nail polish would go with that outfit! Well, except for that sparkly kind... actually, you know, that outfit totally sucks. Go to the mall! Have you looked in a mirror lately? Like, you should. Your eyebrows don't match, and I know for a fact that you haven't shaved your legs since, like, Tuesday... Oh, my gosh!"
That seriously gets on my nerves. I heard Claire talking to one of her friends, Brianna. (A/N: Think about that girl in the movie that said 'it's like watching one of those little furry animals get killed on the Discovery Channel' at the graduation.) God, don't they have brains?
But I was going, no matter what.