I Need My Goggles In the morning, I dashed out of 29G with my white backpack on my shoulders and my purple sneakers on my feet. Maria met me on the sidewalk. “Are you going to put your face in the water today?” she asked. That was a good question. I wished I had a better answer. “Maybe.” “Use your silver goggles,” Maria suggested. “They’ll protect your eyes.” “Good idea.” My Uncle Jorge in New York had sent me the goggles for swimming lessons. But I’d been so busy using them with Zapato Power, I didn’t always remember to use them for summer camp. Maria and I walked down the street toward the high school, where summer camp was, until we came to Adriana’s building. We saw her opening the door just as Mr. Vaslov came around the corner. He had a pooper-scooper. “Are you cleaning dog poop today?” Adriana asked him. “No,” he grumbled. “I’m cleaning bubble gum. Somebody at Starwood Park has been making a mess.” Erika! Suddenly, I realized something bad.
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