Free Hailey Twitch and the Campground Itch by Lauren Barnholdt Page A

my mom says. She is looking into my suitcase to make sure I have everything all packed. My suitcase is red and says G OING TO G RANDMA’S on it. Which is not very fun or funny. But it is the only one I have. So I have to use it. Even though it does not make any sense since I am going to camp and not even going to my grandma’s house. “Now I want you to fold these sweatshirts and put them in your suitcase,” my mom says. “I am going downstairs to pack the food.”
    Once she is gone, Maybelle starts flying all around my head. “Tell me about Maya Greenbert, tell me about Maya Greenbert!” she says.
    â€œWell,” I say. “Maya Greenbert is a very big brat, and she—”
    But then the doorbell rings. Ding-dong. “That,” I say, “is probably her. So you can just see for your own self.”

Maya Greenbert is already being one big, big show-offy show-off.
    â€œLook at my new suitcase,” she tells me. “It is pink.” She is standing right in the hallway outside my room. And she is shove, shove, shoving that suitcase right in my face.
    â€œThat is a very nice suitcase,” I tell her, very polite. “But I am very busy packing now, so you should probably go to Kaitlyn’s room.”
    â€œThat is so cute,” Maya says. “You are going to pack just like a big girl.” Then she reaches out and pats me on the head. One, two, three times. Pat, pat, pat.
    I feel myself starting to get mad, mad, mad. And that is because when someone tells you you are doing something just like a big girl, it really means they think you are a very big baby.

    â€œMaya Greenbert,” I say. “You better not call me a big girl again!” And then I stamp my foot very hard. And then Maybelle points herwand right at Maya Greenbert’s suitcase. But nothing happens. So Maybelle swoops right down and opens that suitcase right up. And all of Maya’s clothes go tumbling all down to the floor. Even her underwear! And I cannot help it. I start to laugh. Because it is very funny.
    â€œThat,” Maybelle says, “is what is called serving her right.”
    â€œKaitlyn!” Maya yells. “Kaitlyn, get over here right now!” Maya Greenbert is screaming her head off for Kaitlyn. But Kaitlyn is not the boss of me.
    â€œKaitlyn,” I say, “is not the boss of me.”
    â€œWhat is going on out here?” Kaitlyn asks.
    â€œHailey opened my suitcase and dropped all my clothes on the floor!” Maya says.
    â€œNo, I did not,” I say. I am being very calm about all this. That is called keeping your cool.
    But Kaitlyn does not get a chance to get upset. And that is because my mom is yellingfrom downstairs. “Girls!” she says. “It is time to go pick Addie up and then get on the road for camp!” And so Kaitlyn and Maya pick up all those clothes. And then they go downstairs.
    â€œMaybelle,” I say, “please finish folding my clothes with your magic.”
    And then Maybelle looks right at those clothes and points her magic wand. But they all turn into one jumbled mess. I sigh. I do not think she is really getting the hang of this magic thing.

    The car ride is very long. Three whole hours even! Here is how the seats go: my mom and dad in front. Kaitlyn and Maya in the middle seat. And me and Addie Jokobeck in the back. Sometimes I accidentally kick, kick, kick on Maya’s seat with my purple sneakers. Maya does not like that too much. But she cannot prove itis me. Me and Addie Jokobeck eat some snacks, like one apple and one granola bar and four celery sticks with crunchy peanut butter.
    When we get to camp, I jump out of the car because I cannot even take it anymore.
    â€œSnakes!” I yell. “If you are anywhere around here, you better get away right now!”
    â€œSnakes?” Addie Jokobeck says. She climbs down out of the van behind me. She is looking very scared in her face. Addie