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PIPER WOKE UP AND IMMEDIATELY GRABBED a mirror. <strong>The</strong>re were plenty of those in the Aphrodite cabin.<br />
She sat on her bunk, looked at her reflection and groaned.<br />
She was still gorgeous.<br />
Last night after the campfire, she‘d tried everything. She messed up her hair, washed the makeup off her<br />
face, cried to make her eyes red. Nothing worked. Her hair popped back to perfection. <strong>The</strong> magic makeup<br />
reapplied itself. Her eyes refused to get puffy or bloodshot.<br />
She would‘ve changed clothes, but she had nothing to change into. <strong>The</strong> other Aphrodite campers offered<br />
her some (laughing behind her back, she was sure), but each outfit was even more fashionable and ridiculous<br />
than what she had on.<br />
Now, after a horrible night‘s sleep, still no change. Piper normally looked like a zombie in the morning, but<br />
her hair was styled like a supermodel‘s and her skin was perfect. Even that horrible zit at the base of her nose,<br />
which she‘d had for so many days she‘d started to call it Bob, had disappeared.<br />
She growled in frustration and raked her fingers through her hair. No use. <strong>The</strong> do just popped back into<br />
place. She looked like Cherokee Barbie.<br />
From across the cabin, Drew called, ―Oh, honey, it won‘t go away.‖ Her voice dripped with false sympathy.<br />
―Mom‘s blessing will last at least another day. Maybe a week if you‘re lucky.‖<br />
Piper gritted her teeth. ―A week?‖<br />
<strong>The</strong> other Aphrodite kids—about dozen girls and five guys—smirked and snickered at her discomfort.<br />
Piper knew she should play cool, not let them get under her skin. She‘d dealt with shallow, popular kids plenty<br />
of times. But this was different. <strong>The</strong>se were her brothers and sisters, even if she had nothing in common with<br />
them, and how Aphrodite had managed to have so many kids so close in age … Never mind. She didn‘t want to<br />
know.<br />
―Don‘t worry, hon.‖ Drew blotted her fluorescent lipstick. ―You‘re thinking you don‘t belong here? We<br />
couldn‘t agree more. Isn‘t that right, Mitchell ?‖<br />
One of the guys flinched. ―Um, yeah. Sure.‖<br />
―Mmm-hmm.‖ Drew took out her mascara and checked her lashes. Everyone else watched, not daring to<br />
speak. ―So anyways, people, fifteen minutes until breakfast. <strong>The</strong> cabin‘s not going to clean itself! And Mitchell, I<br />
think you‘ve learned your lesson. Right, sweetie? So you‘re on garbage patrol just for today, mm-kay? Show<br />
Piper how it‘s done, ‘cause I have a feeling she‘ll have that job soon—if she survives her quest. Now, get to<br />
work, everybody! It‘s my bathroom time!‖<br />
Everybody started rushing around, making beds and folding clothes, while Drew scooped up her makeup<br />
kit, hair dryer, and brush and marched into the bathroom.<br />
Someone inside yelped, and a girl about eleven was kicked out, hastily wrapped in towels with shampoo<br />
still in her hair.<br />
<strong>The</strong> door slammed shut, and the girl started to cry. A couple of older campers comforted her and wiped<br />
the bubbles out of her hair.<br />
―Seriously?‖ Piper said to no one in particular. ―You let Drew treat you like this?‖<br />
A few kids shot Piper nervous looks, like they might actually agree, but they said nothing.<br />
<strong>The</strong> campers kept working, though Piper couldn‘t see why the cabin needed much cleaning. It was a lifesize<br />
dollhouse, with pink walls and white window trim. <strong>The</strong> lace curtains were pastel blue and green, which of<br />
course matched the sheets and feather comforters on all the beds.<br />
<strong>The</strong> guys had one row of bunks separated by a curtain, but their section of the cabin was just as neat and<br />
orderly as the girls‘. Something was definitely unnatural about that. Every camper had a wooden camp chest at<br />
the foot of their bunk with their name painted on it, and Piper guessed that the clothes in each chest were neatly<br />
folded and color coordinated. <strong>The</strong> only bit of individualism was how the campers decorated their private bunk<br />
spaces. Each had slightly different pictures tacked up of whatever celebrities they thought were hot. A few had<br />
personal photos, too, but most were actors or singers or whatever.<br />
Piper hoped she might not see <strong>The</strong> Poster. It had been almost a year since the movie, and she thought by<br />
now surely everyone had torn down those old tattered advertisements and tacked up something newer. But no<br />
such luck. She spotted one on the wall by the storage closet, in the middle of a collage of famous heartthrobs.<br />
<strong>The</strong> title was lurid red: king of sparta. Under that, the poster showed the leading man—a three-quarters<br />
shot of bare-chested bronze flesh, with ripped pectorals and six-pack abs. He was clad in only a Greek war kilt<br />
and a purple cape, sword in hand. He looked like he‘d just been rubbed in oil, his short black hair gleaming and<br />
rivulets of sweat pouring off his rugged face, those dark sad eyes facing the camera as if to say, I will kill your<br />
men and steal your women! Ha-ha!<br />
It was the most ridiculous poster of all time. Piper and her dad had had a good laugh over it the first time<br />
they saw it. <strong>The</strong>n the movie made a bajillion dollars. <strong>The</strong> poster graphic popped up everywhere. Piper couldn‘t<br />
get away from it at school, walking down the street, even online. It became <strong>The</strong> Poster, the most embarrassing<br />
thing in her life. And yeah, it was a picture of her dad.<br />
She turned away so no one would think she was staring at it. Maybe when everyone went to breakfast she<br />
could tear it down and they wouldn‘t notice.<br />
She tried to look busy, but she didn‘t have any extra clothes to fold. She straightened her bed, then<br />
realized the top blanket was the one Jason had wrapped around her shoulders last night. She picked it up and