In Over Her Head Read Free

literally going to break her neck! She runs to the door and squeals, “You open it! I want her to see you first!”
    I open the door only to come face to face with A.J., not Piper. I look behind him; she’s not there either. Gabby pushes past me.
    â€œWhere is she?” she asks breathlessly.
    â€œOh yeah … um … Piper had to split,” A.J. replies, running his fingers through his hair.
    Gabby’s smile fades into sadness. I know she’s devastated.
    So far, Piper hasn’t impressed me much.

2
    Don’t Make Me Laugh
    W ell , I’m here; I’m on the boat, and now my only choice is to make the most of it — I have to confess, that after a bunch of bad dreams involving sharks and a weird pool floaty, I was tempted to chicken out. Sure, treasure hunting might sound exciting, but think about it … does it really? I mean, jumping into a treacherous ocean, packed with piranhas, giant squid, and vicious sharks (like, seriously, don’t even get me started on those!) just to explore a rusty old ship, which is probably buried in a ton of gross, crusty barnacles — totally not the most fun way to spend a summer, huh?
    But holy Neptune! When I arrived last night and saw Piper’s Prize (seriously, that’s the name of our boat … gag!) I realized that this might just be the most exciting summer of my life!

    So, the boat is massive. Like a mini cruise ship that’s not that mini at all! And I can’t even exaggerate how beautiful it is. It’s like total LUXURY , and best of all, I have my own room and everything. Piper, whom I still haven’t met, has her own room, too. A.J. and this kid named Henry (who is my boss Phillip’s nephew, visiting from Australia) will be sharing a room. Captain Steele (Piper’s father) and the director both have their own rooms, as well. With the film crew, the dive crew, the cook, and the rest of the ship’s company, it’s amazing how many bodies fit on this boat!
    For some reason, I pictured us on a big, stinky rust bucket with a crew of salty old fishermen. This is so not that! At this very moment, in fact, I’m lying here in the lap of luxury, all snuggled in my bed under a big, fluffy, white duvet, waiting for the day to begin. My room is small, but super cozy. Actually, this whole boat is pure luxury from top to bottom, bow to stern — the kitchen (aka the galley) is bright and modern, and off that is a stunning dining room with the most gorgeous chandelier. The dining room leads into a BEAUTIFUL living room with fancy leather couches and a huge TV, complete with the newest Sony Playstation that’s not even out in stores yet! The boat has three decks and — get this — two huge hot tubs! Seriously! This is NOTHING like what I had expected. And best of all, I’m not even one bit sick! Maybe I’ve outgrown my seasickness after all, which would be so cool!
    â€œHannah!” I hear A.J. calling from the hall. Before I can reply, he starts banging on my door. “Hannah! You’re late!” he yells.
    â€œLate for what?” I call out. I don’t know what he is worried about. I got a memo under my door last night that said Captain Steele wants everyone on the middle deck at 10:00 a.m. Right now, it’s only 8:35 a.m. I’ve got loads of time!
    â€œHannah, the meeting started five minutes ago!” A.J. bellows. “Captain Steele isn’t happy!”
    â€œBut …”
    â€œHannah, there’s no time to talk about it. Just get out here. Everyone is waiting!”
    â€œOkay, tell them I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I call out, grabbing yesterday’s clothes off the floor. Thank god I slept in my socks!
    â€œHannah, you’re not getting it! The Captain is really ticked! If you’re not fifteen minutes early, then you’re late!”
    â€œI’m not late,” I call back.
    â€œHannah! Look at your