The Life of Corinne P. : Chapter 9

Corinne gasped. "I don't want to be alone in a cabin with Mira!" she explained. "No offense to Mira, of course," she added. Mira hung her head.
Suddenly, Kenna's eyes lit up. "Can I transfer to your cabin?" she asked Lisa.
Lisa sighed. "I'll talk to your counselor. Meanwhile, it's time for dinner. Mira, show Corinne the way to the dining hall."
Mira took Corinne's hand. Kenna clutched Corinne's other hand, and the two of them were pulled along by Mira, into the forest. Kenna shouted, and Corinne grinned. "It's like going on a roller coaster," she told Mira.
The group, however small, was pulled along. A watching camper grinned. She typed something in on her miniature laptop computer, then, hidden by the abundance of trees, followed them.
It was not long before Corinne caught sight of the dining hall. It was a large brown building, seemingly made from strips of dark wood. A narrow stream of campers were going into the building. Corinne, Mira, and Kenna followed them, trying to blend in.
But not their follower. She ducked around the corner of the building and answered her ringing phone.
"Yes," the girl said. "They're here. I'm ready."

The Life of Corinne P. : Chapter 8

Corinne Packel cautiously opened the cabin door. She and Mira timidly peeked outside.
Kenna was the one who had made the crash. She was near the cabin's doorstep, impossibly tangled in a mess of ribbon and string and more. "Hi," she said. "This place is too messy!" Then she spotted Corinne. "You mean...you're not tangled?" she asked incredulously.
Corinne shrugged. "It's easy not to," she replied.
Kenna grimaced. "Can someone please untie me?" she begged.
Mira leaned over. "Do not worry," she said. "I will do it."
In an impossibly short time, Kenna was untied. "Thanks," she said. "By the way, remind me again why Nory calls me Henna Penna."
The afternoon seemed to pass quickly as Mira and Corinne played with Kenna. They ventured into the forest, and Kenna demonstrated "the climbing of the average tree." Mira brought out her photo album and told stories of what it was like in China. Corinne showed them how to make a leaf berylanditandie out of regular leaves.
Soon, Lisa came back. "I'm afraid that you girls will have to sleep in Cabin 14 alone. By the way, it's time for dinner."

The Life of Corinne P. : Chapter 7

As Corinne Packel looked at her new cabin, she looked back on her life. A year ago, or even a couple days ago, she would never have imagined herself at summer camp, staring at a cabin. It was amazing.
The cabin was seemingly wooden. It had windows and one electric light hanging from the ceiling. There were three bunk beds.
A girl with luscious black hair with a barrette in it smiled at Corinne. "Hello," the pretty girl said to Corinne. "I am Mira."
Corinne managed to say, "Hi. I'm Corinne." She regarded the bunk beds. "Which bunk do I get?"
Mira shrugged. "I will take this one," she said, motioning to the top bunk of the third bed.
Corinne nodded. She selected the bottom bunk of the first bed and set her stuff down on it. Lisa went out of the cabin, probably to collect the other girls.
Mira began making her bed. "I have gone here, to this camp, since my family first came to America, when I was five. My brother and I were scared. But everyone was so nice. I like it a lot." She spread the sheets out on the bed. "Aren't you going to make your bed?"
Corinne nodded. She took the sheets out of her camp bag and began making her bed. "So you have a brother?" she asked.
Mira nodded. "He's my twin. He's very funny and good at sports. But he is annoying, too, sometimes. He kicks a ball at me. I play sports, too, but then I am caught unawares."
Mira opened her mouth to continue, but she stopped when a large crash came from outside.

The Stairs to Antville

Antville was a high town for ants. It was so high there were stairs to climb to get to it.
One day, two ant friends were climbing those stairs. It was taking them a long time.
"It's been a long time since we started," said one ant.
"Maybe we should turn back," suggusted the other.
"Of course not!" screamed the first ant, so loudly that they both started laughing.
"I feel the stairs wobbling," noticed the first ant.
"Let's run!" screamed the second ant, and they did.
But they were too late. All the stairs toppled down onto the ants.
"I never noticed the stairs to Antville were made of blocks," said the first ant.
"Me neither," agreed the second one.
And there they fell asleep in a pile of blocks.

"Never Mind"

Sarah was a regular kind of girl. But her friend, Mirian, was different.
Mirian wasn't all that far from being the regular type, like Sarah. But what she liked to say was...
Wait. You can guess first. Look all over this blog, the answer is here somewhere.
Now for the answer. Did you guess,"Mine is Treats"? Or maybe,"Look! A cat"? If you guessed anything like that, you were wrong. There's only one right answer and it's..."Never mind."
One day, Sarah and Mirian were walking home from school together, when Sarah asked,"What day of the week is your birthday this year?" Mirian was about to answer,"Monday", when she changed her mind and said,"Never mind."
They were walking to Mirian's grandma's house. Mirian's grandmother liked to say that,"Someday the Never Mind monster will come get you." But today was different. After serving hot chocolate and cookies, Mirian's grandmother told them both to sit down."I have a story for you," she explained.
But this was no ordinary story. It was one about two kids who got trapped by the Never Mind monster.
The next day, as Sarah and Mirian walked to school together, Sarah tried again. "What day of the week does your birthday fall on this year?"
But Mirian didn't say never mind! Instead she proudly said,"Monday. By the way, it's this Monday! Will you come to my party?"
So that was the end of the never mind girl.