ask you anything.â She leaves me by the table and approaches the camp leader. Sheâs probably going to try and be that teacherâs pet too.
For a brief moment on the drive in, I thought maybe Iâll be one of the smartest kids here, maybe I wonât be the one who needs extra help. Iâm sick of feeling like an old broken-down horse on a racetrack that everybody has to encourage from the sidelines. I hoped Learning Camp could be different. Seeing Carly guarantees it wonât be.
Our leaderâs name is Margot, and she reminds me of the actress I saw on the horror set last week. Imagining her with blood gushing from her nostrils and ears makes the first session go by much faster.
âFirst item on the scheduleâgeography!â Margot has so much enthusiasm that I wonder if sheâll pop an artery for real.
She gives us maps and asks us to plan trips to various cities around the country. Hereâs where I want to travel to: ANYWHERE BUT HERE.
An hour later, Margot hands out Popsicles and tells us to take a break. I check to see if everyone got a Popsicle before I pretend I didnât and take another. I pull my markers and pad from my pack for a minute of peace.
No such luck.
âCan I see?â
I look up to find Margot eating potato chips and pointing to my sketchbook. I shrug and show her my drawings.
âThatâs how you do your vocabulary words? Cool.â
I get back to my illustration.
âDoes your school have summer reading? God, I used to despise those lists.â She holds out the potato chip bag, and I take a handful.
âImagine telling people what to read,â she continues. âItâs criminal!â
âExactly!â I agree.
âWhen I was your age, all I wanted to read was Garfield.â
âI love him, but for me, itâs Calvin and Hobbes.â
She nods, as if remembering her own favorite comic strip. âBooks arenât as fun without the pictures.â
âI know exactly what you mean.â I want Margot to move in with us and talk some sense into my parents.
Margot tosses the chips bag in the trash and wipes her hands on her denim shorts. âYou want to know a secret?â
I nod furiously, like one of the bobbleheads in Mattâs collection.
âYou seem like you have a good imaginationâyou have to use it when you read. Reading became fun again when I taught myself to visualize the story like a movie. You like movies?â
âOf course I do.â I tell her my father is a storyboard artist for films.
âThatâs perfect. Just picture every paragraph like a scene in a movie. Close your eyes and see the character act out the story in your mind.â Margot rummages through her backpack and pulls out a novel.
âI canât read that,â I say. âItâs too hard.â
âYou could if you took your time. But it doesnât matter because Iâm going to read it to you.â
I look up to see Carly staring at Margot and me. She grins and mouths the words teacherâs pet .
I move away from Margot as if Iâm not interested in what sheâs saying. But she sees Carly and waves her over. Great.
âYour friend can do this too,â Margot says.
âWeâre not friends!â Carly and I say in unison.
âClose your eyes, both of you.â
Carly and I follow Margotâs directions, and she reads us part of her book, a scene about a family walking on the beach.
âPicture the ocean,â Margot tells us. âFeel how the waves touch your feet. The text said it was a cloudy dayâcan you picture the clouds?â
I take a peek to see if Carlyâs eyes are closed; they are. I close mine again and follow the story as Margot describes the main character throwing rocks into the water.
Part of me wonders what the other kids are doing, but most of me watches the story unfold in my mind. And at the end of the page, when Margot asks us