The first was that it was about thirty degrees below zero in the bunk, and her cute little sleep shorts were really not doing the trick of keeping her warm. She remembered that Julie had tried to warn her the night before of how cold it could get in the mountains, but for some reason, she hadn’t let herself believe it. Note to self, she thought, thrusting her hands underneath the covers and rubbing them vigorously across her bare legs in the hopes of warming them up, for future reference: Julie knows stuff. The second thing Natalie noticed—and this was going to be an even bigger problem, she decided—was the horrible trumpet blaring through the open windows. We couldn’t have just set an alarm clock? she wondered. Okay, so she wasn’t a morning person. From across the room, someone groaned. “For Pete’s sake, please make that noise stop!” It was Grace. She clearly wasn’t a morning person, either. “What time is it, even?” Natalie demanded. She had worn her cute pink waterproof sports watch to bed (at last, she’d finally have a chance to make use of all of its “outdoor”
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