knocked Wilhelminaâs guard down so fast, she almost fell with it. âTo the Olympics?â she asked.
âYeah.â Camille scrunched her lips to the side of her face.
Wilhelmina nodded. Of course she really wanted to go. Didnât they all? Wasnât that the only reason to be here today?
âDonât you remember Melissa?â Camille whispered, her voice barely audible above the gym-chaos behind them. âAnd Caitlin? And Danielle?â
âYes. . . .â Wilhelmina said.
Those girls had been on her brain constantly the past few years. Those girls who also shirked the system. Who had coaches who refused to play by all of Katjaâs rules. Who skipped camps or added events last minute.
None of them had gotten to the Olympics.
âBut Iâm better than all of them,â Wilhelminasaid. âEveryone is going to see that today. I can do the all-around. I can help us win team gold. The committee will choose me.â Inside she said,
Be quiet. Donât spill your secrets.
Camille shook her head. âKatja doesnât like surprises.â
Wilhelmina wanted to scream, âWho cares?â across the gym. She wanted to pound Camilleâs head into Katjaâs knee.
Camille went on: âKatja is . . . She wonât . . . If sheâs mad at you, youâre done.â
Wilhelmina rolled her eyes. Camille was trying to get under her skin. She didnât remember this dirty side of Camille from four years ago, but she hadnât spent this much time with her back then. âIf I prove Iâm one of the best five gymnasts here, or one of the best four
all-around
gymnasts,â Wilhelmina said, âKatja will take me. Sheâs not going to hurt the USAâs chance at gold just because I didnât do it her way.â
Camille was shaking her head. âThatâs what Melissa said, remember?â Camille said. âShe was ready for the last trials. You werenât at the selection camp four years ago, but believe me. She was better than everyone, almost. She totally should have made the team. Katja refused.â
âButââ Wilhelmina protested.
âYouâre better than she was,â Camille said. âOr you might be. I donât know. I donât think itâll matter. Itâs too risky for Katja.â
Wilhelmina stared, dumbfounded. Camille couldnâtbe right. There was no way she knew what she was talking about.
âIf you go to the Olympics,â Camille was saying, âyou prove that all of those camps arenât necessary. You prove that you donât have to train constantly six days a week, eight hours a day in order to be an all-around gymnast. If you make the team, you prove you can do it
without
Katja.â
âExactly,â Wilhelmina said.
âYeah . . . thatâs why sheâs never going to choose you,â Camille said. âIf you make the team, you prove sheâs pointless. You threaten her power. You kill her job . . . her whole life.â
Despite herself, Wilhelmina froze.
âIf you want to go, you have to make it impossible for her not to pick you,â Camille said.
Wilhelmina wanted to tell her to shut up. She wanted to unleash an angry barrage of gymnastics right on Camilleâs wide cheekbones.
She said, âYouâre saying I have to win the meet?â
âNo,â Camille said. âProbably not. You just have to beat someone she wants to bring. You have to beat Georgette or Leigh or Grace. Or else you have to . . .â Camille trailed off. But Wilhelmina knew how her sentence ended.
She said it: âOr else I have to beat you on vault.â
Camille snapped her jaw shut.
Truth: it wouldnât be as simple as eight great routines after all.
The other truth was that Camille was evil: theonly reason to say all of that to Wilhelmina in the middle of the meet was to try to get her to