Free Pranked by Katy Grant

dance I’ve ever been to.” She sighed. She looked lovesick and stupid.
    â€œAh, but you missed the highlight of the evening.” Reb started whispering to her so I knew she was filling her in. Rachel had turned the van around, and the wheels crunched on the gravel road. “Did everyone have a good time?” she asked.
    â€œI had a great time,” Reb yelled. “Melissa, how ’bout you? Did you have a great time? I saw you dancing a lot.” She’d turned around to Melissa, who was sitting on the bench behind us.
    Melissa didn’t answer. I couldn’t tell what she was doing, since I didn’t dare turn around. Did she think it was my fault Dustin did that to her? I certainly didn’t put him up to it. Maybe I should try to talk to her tomorrow.
    Reb rested her chin on the back of our seat. “Mewissa. Did oo hear me? Did oo have a gweat time?” she said in this annoying baby voice.
    â€œYeah.” That was it. That’s all she said. Why did Reb hate her so much? Sure, she was geeky, but I’ve seen geekier. There had to be a reason. What if, when camp started, I’d fallen into the “pick on” group instead of the “be nice to” group? What if Reb had really gotten mad that day I made the comment about her father, and she’d turned on me? It just seemed so random. What a relief to be Reb’s friend, instead of her enemy.
    â€œHey, look,” said Molly. “Jockey shorts. Lots of them.” We looked out the windows, and hanging over the Camp Crockett sign, this wooden arch you drive under, were all these pairs of boys’ underwear. And they were pink. And there was a huge sign made out of pink construction paper that said something we couldn’t quite read.
    â€œWhat did it say?” asked Jordan.
    â€œSomething about ‘Thanks for a great dance from the . . .’ and then I couldn’t read the rest,” said Erin.
    â€œI think it said ‘from the Pink Team,’ ” said Rachel. “What’s up with that, Tis?”
    Tisdale shook her head like she didn’t have a clue. “Tsk, tsk. I guess some Pine Haven girls were up to some mischief.”

Tuesday, June 24
    When we walked into the cabin from afternoon activities, we saw this huge canvas bag sitting by the door. On Sunday we’d sent all our dirty clothes out in a bag just like this one. “Yay! The laundry’s here!” said Jennifer.
    We had the cabin to ourselves, so the three of us dragged the bag to Side A.
    â€œLet’s dump it all out on Rachel’s bed so we can find our stuff,” said Reb. She immediately started smoothing out all her clothes and carefully folding them in a stack. I’ve never met anyone so neat in my life.
    â€œHey, that’s my shirt,” I said.
    â€œJennifer, this must be your bra.” Reb swung it around her head like a lasso.
    â€œGimme that! You freak!”
    â€œWhose bra is this ?” I picked up a Little Mermaid training bra covered in pictures of Ariel. When Reb and Jennifer saw it, they both burst out laughing.
    â€œRead the name tag to see whose it is,” suggested Reb.
    I wasn’t crazy about examining someone else’s bra up close, but I looked at the tag sewn inside. “Melissa’s! Isn’t that so sweet?” We all cracked up.
    Reb gasped and pulled something out of the laundry pile. “Here are the undies that go with it!” The three of us were practically rolling on the floor, we were laughing so hard. I felt a little bad that we were making so much fun of them because it was pretty private. I mean, I wouldn’t want someone looking at my underwear and laughing. But it was just so goofy. If my mom had packed something like that for me to bring to camp, I would’ve burned it the first day.
    â€œHey, hey, HEY!” Reb yelled. She had this maniac look in her eyes. “I’ve got a fabulous idea!