Chapter 29

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The Following Year This molded plastic bench below deck sucks. Why can’t the people that run the Catalina Express make comfortable seats? Probably wouldn’t cost much to throw a few cushions down. Jeesh. I know the trip only lasts an hour, but when you have a skinny butt like mine, hard seats dig into your bones. Catalina Express Especially when you are on a less than triumphant trip home. Shit. Going home again. And it started off great. I was so jazzed because I’m sixteen and got to be a counselor in training. We called them CIT’s for short. Sounds cool, huh? CIT’s for short. I’d passed sailing, canoeing, and was about to take my kayaking test when I got caught with a pipe. This time, it wasn’t a cool counselor wanting a hit who found it, but some straight-edge named Martha, who wore

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