Brooke arrives at the camp

One moment, Brooke was fast asleep in the back of the Winnebago that was taking her to her new job as camp counselor at Camp Morningwood. The next, she was being shaken awake by someone.

Brooke opened her eyes and saw that it was Montana who had awakened her.

"Look lively, Major Hottie," said Montana. "We're here."

Brooke blushed at the thought of Montana's words being overheard by the other girls. Then she noticed the other girls staring at her and Montana and found herself blushing even more.

Surely they do not think that I and Montana are more than just friends, thought Brooke. Or are they staring because they want me or Montana for themselves?

Brooke was surprised to find herself thinking that way. Granted, this was the 1980s and things were changing in a lot of ways from her grandmother's time but still Brooke never considered herself to be that type of girl. Not that there were anything wrong with being that type of girl but still...

In any event, Brooke reluctantly got up and walked off the bus, still feeling stiff for some reason despite her brief nap.

Outside the bus was a middle-aged blonde lady who wore gold-rimmed glasses. She wore khaki shorts, a khaki vest, a white blouse and white knee-high stockings. She glared at the girls as if she had not only woke up on the wrong side of the bed but had spent the whole week there as well.

"Hello," said the blonde lady. "Welcome to Camp Morningwood. I'm the camp owner and manager Margaret Booth. For the next three months, you'll be working for me and only for me. I want you all to act like respectable young ladies of good Christian background. If you can't do that, you might as well hit the trail right now. Now which one of you is Brooke Thompson?"

"That would be me," said Brooke, raising her hand in recognition of the question.

"I see," said Margaret. "Are you the Statue of Liberty, Brooke?"

"Why, no," said Brooke. "Of course not."

"Then put your arm down," said Margaret. "Now!"

As Brooke lowered her arm, she noticed Margaret staring at her with a look that was far more hostile than any other look she had received that day.

Then Margaret spoke. "You look like you need a bath, Brooke."

"Okay," said Brooke.

"Now," said Margaret.

"Okay," said Brooke. "Where's your bathroom?"

"I'll show you," said Margaret. "I expect all my girls to be clean and pure. You understand what I'm saying, Brooke?"

"I think so," said Brooke.

"Then follow me," said Margaret. "I want to see to it that you clean up nice on your first day."

"That's very nice of you, but I can bathe myself," said Brooke.

Margaret smiled a cold smile. "I'm sure you can, but as long as you're working for me, you're not going to. Besides, since you're a last minute addition to my work staff, I owe it to myself to check you out thoroughly. Very thoroughly, if you know what I mean."