Camp Average: Away Games

Camp Average: Away Games — page 7
Wait Miles shouted jumping over the boards at the opposite end But Garth was already winding up seemingly unaware of the rocket about to set down between him and his target In his peripheral vision Miles caught a glimpse of his friends at the side of the court The stricken looks on their faces told him everything he needed to know The rocket was as good as gone Garth brought his plastic hockey stick down with elec trifying speed WHACK Miles cringed as the orange ball hurtled through the air And missed his rocket by an inch The object of Miles’s affection the item he’d spent weeks building to exact specifications simply twisted in the air as it fell the final two feet to earth landing safely on the bluish-gray concrete court Fifty-three miles per hour a deep-voiced adult shouted into a megaphone We have a winner Miles barely registered this as he tore past a flexing fist-pumping Garth First inspecting then lifting then nuzzling the rocket with his cheek he walked off the court toward his waiting friends who didn’t seem nearly as relieved as he was 6