If Ana had seen how I got my nickname we could have been friends. She might have thought I did the wrong thing, but she would have understood why I did it. Or maybe if Ana had been there she would have stopped Bruce with her eyes and her voice, the way I tried to and couldn’t, and I wouldn’t have gotten that name.
Of course, if I had minded my own business and left Bruce alone I wouldn’t have gotten that name either. But if I had been that kind of person I wouldn’t have cared about being Ana’s friend. And I wouldn’t have learned anything from that week of summer camp except how to steer a canoe and identify sensitive fern.
I was proud, then, of being someone who tried to put things right. I wouldn’t be able to vote for five more years, but I bombarded the President, our Congressmen and the editor of the local paper with letters.
I picked Allison out as a kindred spirit as soon as she arrived at camp. Her mother’s car was newer than ours but its bumper was crammed with stickers from groups like Greenpeace and Doctors Without Borders.
But just as Allison got out of the car, clutching her organic hemp backpack, Bruce sauntered by, grinning.
"Hey, Seal-clubber," he said.
Allison looked at me with horror, and hurried after her mom. I glared at Bruce.
He shrugged. "You still don't like that nickname? How about I change it to BJ?"
Opening: Joanna.....Continuation: Batgirl