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to give her half-hugs around the bulky crutches and help her to her bed all at once.
    â€œSo, what’s the damage?” Alyssa said, inspecting Jenna’s cast.
    â€œA hairline fracture,” Jenna said, making her best attempt at her usual carefree smile, but it wasn’t easy. She had a feeling her friends could see through her, too.
    As Jenna settled onto her bed, her friends flocked around her. Nat fluffed her pillows, Karen searched through Jenna’s cubby for her pj top and a pair of shorts (since her pj bottoms wouldn’t fit around her cast), and Mia broke out a set of permanent markers from the arts-and-crafts box under her bed.
    â€œFirst things first,” Mia said, sitting down at the foot of Jenna’s bed. “Your cast is way too white. Don’t you know white is out this season?” She flashed a rainbow of markers at the girls. “Leave it to us.” She tapped the cast gently. “We’ll make it so fabulous, we’ll start a new fad. Castwear—for the truly trendy.”
    â€œI’m going to give Dr. Steve an update, and then I’ll be back in a few,” Andie said to Jenna. “I’m leaving you in good hands.”
    After she left, the girls crowded enthusiastically around Jenna’s bed, picking colors for their artwork, and Jenna tried her best to put on a happy face. All the girls—even Chelsea (shocker!)—made a big show of signing her cast and rallying around her. But although Jenna appreciated their efforts, she still couldn’t believe her bad luck.

    Half an hour and ten permanent markers later, even Jenna had to admit that her cast looked more like a masterpiece than boring plaster. Alyssa had written a poem titled “Owed to a Groundhog” down the right side of the cast; Nat and Tori had painted soccer balls, basketballs, and bunk cheers all over the rest of it; and all had signed their names and written encouraging messages.
    â€œIt looks great,” Jenna said. “Thanks, guys.”
    Just then, Andie stuck her head around the bunk door. “I’m back, and I brought a few more reinforcements.”
    Adam walked in the door with Alex, Grace, and Brynn.
    â€œAll right,” Brynn said. “Let’s see the war wound.”
    Jenna pointed to her brightly colored cast.
    Adam sat down on the edge of her bed. “Sorry about your leg, Boo,” he said, ruffling her hair. “What a bummer.”
    â€œTell me about it,” Jenna grumbled. “And don’t call me Boo.”
    â€œRight,” Adam said. “Sorry.”
    Alex hugged her, then sat back to inspect her cast. “That’s impressive,” she said, looking for a place to sign it. “Too bad there’s not a Color War competition for cast crafts.”
    â€œNo kidding,” Jenna said. “With my crutches, I think the only thing I’ll be able to compete in is Scrabble. And I hate Scrabble.”
    â€œYeah,” Chelsea said. “And you stink at it, too.”
    Alex rolled her eyes at Chelsea’s remark, but only Jenna saw it. It made her smile.
    â€œColor War’s not that big of a deal anyway, is it?” Tori said. “I mean, what’s so special about it?”
    â€œWhat’s so special?” Jenna cried, throwing up her hands. “It’s only the biggest event of the entire summer!” This was Tori’s first year at camp, so Jenna couldn’t exactly blame her for not understanding Color War. But she needed to get filled in ASAP! “The whole camp gets involved in Color War, and everyone—even people in the same bunk—gets divided into the Red and Blue teams. There’s a huge rally and balloons and fireworks, and one year one of the counselors even swung through the trees with red and blue torches,” Jenna rambled, talking a mile a minute. “Then, the war’s on. Every year the competitions are a little different. There’re division