MYSTERY AT GEEK CAMP
Upper MG Mystery
Jared lives for video games, so he’s pumped for a chance to design one at summer camp. When star-teen programmer, Brent Kagon, shows up too, Jared figures he’ll learn exactly what he needs to top the iTunes Apps chart.
But Brent’s too busy finishing his latest killer app to waste time with “noob” programmers. Noob? Jared’s heads in early from lunch, determined to make his app The Best. Game. Ever. But his plans crash when he finds Brent slumped on his laptop. Brent’s game code is missing!
Chaos descends as the cops and media arrive, then levels up as accusations fly. Everyone’s freaking — Brent because the thief stole his best ideas, the camp director because Brent’s threatening to sue, and Jared because his name’s at the top of Brent’s suspect list. While helping Brent makes his blood boil, Jared must find the real thief before he’s hauled to Juvie.
You wouldn’t call me “gifted” unless awesome video game skill counted. According to Mom, it didn’t. But here I was at a camp for math and science nerds.
The bus had wound up a steep, narrow, pot-hole-filled road and stopped in front of a small building surrounded by trees. Hartland Mountain Science Academy. The camp was run by this private school for smart kids.
I followed the backpack in front of me off the bus and looked around, wondering where I was supposed to go. Most campers headed toward counselors standing near the tree line. They’d be the ones who’d signed up for outdoorsy programs.
Standing by the walkway that led to the building was a smaller group, mostly guys. My best friend, Aaron, and I would be with them. The gamers.
I walked over and was about to say “hi” to a chunky, red-headed guy when a sleek convertible rolled up next to us. It was the only car that pulled into camp.
A guy wearing dark, mirrored rock-star sunglasses got out of the passenger seat. He was a couple years older than me, maybe fourteen, and had messy black hair that stuck out in every direction. He wore faded black jeans even though it was supposed to hit ninety degrees today and everyone else wore shorts. His face was set in a scowl. And he had the thinnest, most beautiful MacBook I’d ever seen tucked protectively under his arm.
Red elbowed me. “That’s Brent Kagon,” he whispered.