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

Jokobeck does not do too good with things that are scary.
    â€œThere are no snakes around here,” Maya Greenbert says. She jumps out of the car and is looking very annoyed. She even gives her eyes a good roll. “Hailey is just using her imagination.”
    Maybelle gasps. That is because she does not like it when people say mean things about my imagination running wild. So Maybelle points her wand at Maya Greenbert’s suitcase again. But nothing is happening. So finally Maybellejust swoops down and opens that suitcase right up. And Maya’s clothes go flying all over onto the ground. Right into a mud puddle even.
    â€œOh, no!” Kaitlyn yells, jumping out of the car. “What happened?”
    â€œTurns out that new pink suitcase is very much broken,” I say. “Either that or Maya is just a little bit clumsy.”

    And then me and Addie Jokobeck go to check out the campsite.

Our camper is very small. But also very perfect. There is one couch that turns into a bed for me and Addie Jokobeck. And two beds near the ceiling for Kaitlyn and Maya. And one big bedroom in the back for my mom and dad.
    After we put all our things away, it is time to go to the rec hall! The rec hall is where you go when you want to play basketball. Or shuffleboard. Or when you want to play video games if you have some quarters.
    My mom gives us each four quarters! But then she says me and Addie have to go to the rec hall with Kaitlyn and Maya only!
    â€œBut, Mom!” I say. “I am old enough to go by my own self! Addie is very responsible, right, Addie?” I look at Addie. Addie is very responsible. She always brushes her hair. And she knows how to print in very good, neat letters. And she always uses plain pencils without glitter or feathers. And she even won student of the month for responsibility.
    â€œI don’t know,” Addie says. She is talking real quiet. She looks down at her hands. “I think maybe Kaitlyn and Maya should go with us.”
    â€œBut we hate Maya!” I say before I can control myself. Controlling myself is not something I am very good at.
    â€œHailey!” my mom says. “That is not very nice! You know that we do not say things like that.” My mom is unpacking a big box of plastic spoons and forks for later. That is when we are going to cook out on the grill and havevery good delicious hamburgers oozing out with ketchup.
    â€œI am very sorry,” I say. “And since I have learned my lesson, Addie and I will be going up to the rec hall now, please.”
    â€œNo,” my mom says. “You will wait for Kaitlyn and Maya.”

    But Kaitlyn and Maya take about thirty bazillion hours to even get ready! They are giggling and laughing and talking about stupid boys, boys, boys. And they are putting lots of makeup on. Like sparkly lip gloss that makes their lips very red. And lots of stuff for their eyes that is very black and smooshy.
    â€œFinally,” I say when Kaitlyn and Maya come out of the camper.
    We start to walk up to the rec hall. I am skip, skip, skipping I am so happy. “When we get there,” I tell Addie. “I am going to play badminton and shuffleboard!”
    â€œBadminton and shuffleboard?” Addie looks scared. “I have never played those before.” Addie gets nervous when she thinks she has to learn some new sports. “Do not worry,” I tell her. “You will not get hurt. Those sports are very easy, and you will love them!”
    And that is when I spot it. Poison ivy on the side of the road! Poison ivy is a bad plant that makes you itch, itch, itchy if it gets on your skin. And you have to lie in bed for a long time, and it itches all on your skin, and you cannot even itch it, and if you do, you get very red. And your mom has to put special poison ivy lotion all over you, and you have to takelots and lots of baths in a bathtub that is filled with sticky, gummy, gooey oatmeal!
    Maybelle is going