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Jennifer clutched the barrettes to her chest. “No way. I love butterflies.”
“Damn,” Miss Montana said.
“Okay, last but not least, Miss New Hampshire, Miss Rhode Island, and Miss Nebraska. You’re up.”
Taylor peeled a banana and waited for their demonstration.
“We’ve got ground defense,” Adina said. “If some big animal runs through here and catches a paw, it’ll be hoisted up into the air in a big hammock.”
“But it will not be harmed,” Mary Lou assured everyone. “It’s a humane containment system.”
“We’ve also dug a pit over here — watch your step!” Petra cautioned. She removed a covering of leaves. Below was a pit about eight feet deep. “Anything running after us can crash right through here and kaboom!”
“It was a lot of digging. But check out my arms!” Mary Lou’s bicep curved with new muscle.
“We should totally make that into a workout video when we get back,” Shanti said.
“Good idea, Miss California,” Taylor agreed. “Goodies.”
The girls stepped up to claim their prizes.
“Blotting sheets,” Petra said.
“Hand lotion!” Mary Lou squealed.
“Miss New Hampshire?” Taylor offered the bag again.
Adina reached in. “Oh, look! It’s a boat with a GPS set for home — awesome!”
“Trade you,” Miss Montana said.
“I was kidding about the boat. It’s bronzer.”
“Ooh!” the girls squealed at once.
“You got the best one,” Miss Ohio lamented.
“Here. Merry Christmas. I come from sallow people. I accept my fate.” Adina handed the bronzer to Miss Montana, who singsonged “Awesome!” and promised to share with her teammates as long as they didn’t all use the brush and get it bacterified, which would give them pimples.
“Teen Dreamers, I am very proud of us. You’ve given us the Department of Teen Dreamland Security. Personally, I know I will sleep better tonight knowing this is here. If anything tries to mess with us, we will show it that Miss Teen Dreamers mean business.”
“What’s your weapon?” Adina pressed.
Taylor cocked her head as if she had just asked the stupidest question in the world. “I am my own weapon, Miss New Hampshire.”
“Ready!” Petra shouted.
The girls stopped what they were doing and went to help Petra with the banner she’d been sewing for many days. “All right, Miss Teen Dreamers. Let’s get that banner a-wavin’ proud like the red, white, and blue!” Shanti balanced on Jennifer’s shoulders, and Adina sat on Nicole’s. They tied the corners to the limbs of two scraggly trees.
“How does it look?” Shanti called down.
Petra’s needlework was evident in the carefully crafted letters: IT’S MISS TEEN DREAM, BITCHES!
Petra stepped back to examine it. She smiled. “Perfect.”
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