3 Off to Camp

Three off to camp ON A CRISP OCTOBER MORNING, Zeke and his parents gathered with Harris and his parents in the driveway next to the Walkers' house. Roxy was also there to see them off. "I believe that Zeke has all the necessary supplies," said Quar. "He has his emergency transmitter."

"It's called a cell phone," Zeke explained. "And his nutrition-infusion packets," Quar continued. "They're called energy bars," Zeke said. "Oh, don't worry," said Harris's dad. "There's always plenty of food for the campers. When I went as a kid, we had a cookout every night!"

"I think it's so cool that you two are going together," said Roxy. "Thanks, Roxy," said Zeke. "I wish you could come, too." "Oh, don't worry about me," Roxy said. "I'm going to see a soccer game this weekend with my cousin Rebecca. You two just have a great time!" "We will try," said Zeke. "Well, don't make it sound like work," Harris said. "It's going to be fun!"

"Time to go," said Harris's mom. "We don't want to be late for the bus." Zeke lifted a white, egg-shaped container from off his front lawn and placed it in the back of the car. "What that?" Roxy asked. "It's my travel pod," Zeke explained. "It holds my belongings." "Oh, you mean your suitcase," said Harris.

Zeke, Harris, and Harris's parents climbed into the car and drove away. "Bye!" yelled Roxy. Zeke's parents waved. Harris thought they looked a little worried. "Okay, let's make sure you have everything, Harris," said his mom. "Eight pairs of socks, right?" "Yes, Mom."

"Five bathing suits, right?" "Mom, we—" "Three bottles each of sunscreen and bug spray, right?" "Mom, we went over this four times in the house!" Harris said. "I know, honey, but this is your first time away from home alone," said Mom.