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"I don't like snakes and the only bears I like and the cute and cuddly type in the form of teddy bears." Alex looks down at herself being changed. "Well I fit into that group." Alex thought about telling Lucy the truth, but she doubt she would believe her. No one else did. The counselor thought she was making it up. What the counselor heard made her possible she was right about Alex. She nods. "Yes I am. I had a growth spurt towards the end of fifth grade." Alex notices Lucy trying to get the skirt to cover the pull up. "How much too short is the skirt?"

"You are right. I am embarrassed and scared. Wetting myself is only half the problem. The other half is going to camp for the first time ever. I've heard stories about camp. One said there was a person with a hockey mask and a knife. At night he roams though the camp looking for people to scare with his knife. Mom said I was being silly. There is no such thing as a knife carrying hockey player at camp." Alex laid in the back of the van while Lucy cleaned her up. She saw Lucy furrow her eyebrows. "What is wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

I've never itched before when I wet myself." Alex started to protest and said she could do it herself, but she backed off and let Lucy do it. "You are right. I'm not in any kind of condition to clean myself up. I would probably miss some spots."

Alex wrinkled her nose again at the thought of boys being at the camp. It didn't matter to her if everything was separate or they was in the next cabin. She didn't like the idea of boys being there. She figured that is what other 5th grader thought too. "Well if boys are in the pool. Then I won't be." Alex let Lucy take her hand and lead her out the door. She stayed close to Lucy. So no one would see her. Alex nods. "That sounds good. They are started to get really icky feeling and I'm started to itch a little bit."

"What kind of things do you do at camp that is fun? I hope there aren't boys at the camp. They are icky." Alex wrinkled up her nose to seem more like what she thought a 5th grader would do. Really she had no idea what 5th graders were really like. So she was going to have to watch and copy their mannerisms and speech. So she could fit in with them." "Well I don't have to worry about that. They already know I do. My mom wanted me to come. So

"Yeah, but playing games would be simple. Because everyone would like the same game. So you wouldn't have to choose a game or all agree on one." "Yeah it could be fun to pick your diapers instead of settling on what is in the package."

Jimmy shakes his head. "No I don't. I would rather stay here." Hannah looks at Jimmy and then goes up the stairs. She sets on Tracy's lap and lays her head on her chest. "Jimmy hates me. I saw the way he looked at me before we came up here. He doesn't like me anymore and doesn't want to be my friend anymore. Maybe I should just leave. Everyone I come close to starts to hate me. I am a poisonous person."

"Yeah a back scratcher might work. Lord Farquaad would work. He isn't busy since he lost his kingdom. Because he wouldn't marry Princess Fiona." "Then he needs to stop hiding in the toy box. No one is going to be looking for him in there." "I think it gives your hair character." "I call The Itty Bitty Spider or the one from Little Miss Muffet a character." The three of them shake their heads no.

"Only because you won't let me brand them." "She isn't such an angel away from home either at times."

"I hope not. That would be almost as embarrassing as wetting myself." Alex nods. "Ok." Alex blushes as Lucy tells her mom that she wets the bed too. "You went to camp last year? I've never been to camp before and I'm nervous about it before. Not that I wet myself on the way to camp. I am even more nervous. I have butterflies in my stomach as big as robins." She ate her food and tried to ignore the need to go to the bathroom. Because Alex didn't think the counselor would let her go alone. Not after wetting herself and lying about who she was.

Alex felt her stomach drop when she heard the counselor behind her. Any hope of convincing her that she wasn't the right Alex just went out the window. All because of the lie she told to make Lucy feel better. Alex nods. "Yes I was. I thought it was better to tell you that story than to admit I was in 5th grade twice and I wet myself when I was asleep. It was far less embarrassing than the truth." Alex nods. "I would like that. Then no one will see me in a pull up like I am a little girl." She felt better the counselor was being nice to her. Even though Alex knew she was not the Alex in the file. She was going to be the best 5th grader she could be. Alex figured it would be easy to do 5th grade work considering she was in 10th grade.

Alex nods as Lucy talks. It was all she could really do. It wasn't like she could react to what Lucy was saying even if it looked like she could because of her wet pants." She smiles. "I will if you want me though it. I have never change anyone before. Well I take that back. I have, but I don't think baby dolls and stuffed animals count." Alex looks at Lucy. "You feel like a freak for wetting the bed at night. Imagine how I felt when I woke up on the bus in wet pants and everyone laughing at me. No one at camp knows you do. Everyone on the bus knows I did." She decided to tell a little white lie to make Lucy feel better. Alex didn't know why she felt she needed to help Lucy feel better, but it seemed like the right thing to do in the situation. "I was in sixth grade for a month, but the school and my parents decided to put me back in 5th grade to help me get a firmer grasp on things." Alex didn't know the counselor was standing behind her with the food.

Alex nods. "That sounds like a good idea. I certainly don't want to be put in a cabin with those three girls. They would make my time at camp horrible. Can I ask you a personal question? How long have you wet the bed? I heard your mom saying you did."

"You are right. That would make things easy. I just hope we all wouldn't be like Abby. I don't think I would like being her. She is a stick in the mud and don't know how to have fun like running around in just your diaper outside." Carmen nods. "Maybe you should talk to the store that you buy Abby's diapers at. They might not have thought of that."

Hannah nods. "You got that right. I was a teenager with a great life. Then I crossed the director because I was kind one time and look where it got me. Stuck as a toddler and never going to be big every again." Tears start to roll down her cheeks and she turns her back to all of them. So Mary won't see her crying and make fun of her or call her a crybaby.

"It drives us ogres up the wall. Our big fingers don't reach into small places like the area between our skin and the back of the diaper." The three of them look around. "There is no elephant in here." Amy looks at Rebecca. "There isn't a web in here. Someone." She points at Melissa. "Knocked it down when she ran into it."

"I hope you are right about that." Mary pouts. "Oh you take all the fun out of it. I see nothing wrong with a Pampers or Huggies brand on their thigh or bottom." Mary smiles. "Not sweet, innocent Cynthia. She is always an angel." She had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing at her comment about Cynthia.

Alex takes Lucy's hand in hers. "Why would I get mad and leave? You are the only one on the bus that didn't laugh at me." She nods. "That is true, but the more unfriendly thing would have been to laugh at me for peeing." Alex thinks about it. "I would like that. Anything to get away from those three girls in the back of the bus." "If I have trouble with bedwetting. Why don't I just what?" Alex weighs her options. Make a friend get though it together or stay alone and try to figure a way out of this mess of wet pants and being with 5th graders. "Sure we can be friends. Camp would be lonely without one."

Alex thought about telling Lucy the truth, but she didn't think she would believe her. No one else did. After telling it so many times. Alex was starting to doubt the story herself. She nodded. "Yes I did and I am humiliated. Partly for wetting my pants and partly because the others on the bus was making fun of me." Alex smiled a little. "I didn't know I had to go. When I woke up. My pants was wet. I have never wet myself before when I was asleep." She notices Lucy's lip quivering. "Are you ok? If you don't want to talk about wet pants. We can talk about something else." Alex set down at the table across from Lucy.

Alex was dejected. Whether or not she liked it. The counselor was right. She was stuck in this situation at the moment and she had to make the best of it. "I guess you are right. I'm sorry for my behavior." She looked the board over. "I'll have chicken nuggets and a Coke." Alex wish the floor would open up under her and suck her

"Well you aren't treating me like one. So I figured I would act like you are treating me." Alex nods. She did have a point. "You are right. I should have been paying attention instead of trying to beat the next level of Candy Crush." Alex shook her head. " I didn't put my bag on the bus. I left it with the bags for the other high school students. Like I was told by my guidance counselor."

Alex looks at the lady. "I'm not playing a game. I am in tenth grade. Yes my name is Alex and I did come when my name was called, but I thought it was for the high school bus. Not a bunch of bratty 5th graders. Who one of them poured water on my pants to make it look like I wet myself." She followed the counselor out of the bathroom still in her wet pants.

Alex shrugs. " I'm guessing on the bus I was suppose to be on. The one going to the high school camp." She felt the need to go to the bathroom, but she didn't want to go with the counselor standing there like she was a little girl.

Alex huffs. "Well I don't like it. This is not how I wanted to spend my summer. I should have decided to go though 10th grade again. Then I would be accused of wetting myself and I wouldn't be stuck with a bunch of 5th grade on my way to camp." Alex shrugs. "Why should i? You think I am a pants wetter, you think I am lying about being in 10th grade."

Alex sighs. "I can prove I am not the Alex on your list." She looked though her pockets and pulled out a set of keys with a small wallet on the end of it. Alex took out her student id. It was beat up and faded in places, but it had her name on it, the high school's name and tenth grade on it. "See. I told you I was not the Alex on your list." She could tell the lady thought it was a fake and Alex sighed. " You still don't believe me do you?"