"No way!"

"How about injuries?" suggested Mr Gamper, "We could give you two points for injuries at camp?"

"Yeah, OK," said all the kids.

The Streakers gave theirs first. Sore legs, headaches and feeling sick were ruled out because they were hard to prove. So was tiredness and boredom. The Streakers had some real scratces and cuts. So they got six points and cheered ecstatically. Then it was the Zombies' turn. They got ten points. The Heroes waited glumly, watching their winning score fall behind again.

"OK Heroes, what sort of injuries have you had?"

"I twisted my ankle," said Shannon.

"Can't see anything," said Roland, "You don't get points for that."

"My toes are frozen?" whined Tamzina.

"Not serious enough," said Mr Gamper kindly, "Anyone else?"

"What about Melissa? I saw her fall over on the track" said Miss Trollop.

Melissa was sitting on the couch, staying very quiet. That was the most remarkable thing about her. She never complained, or pushed herself forward. It was almost as if she was invisible.

"Melissa, did you have any injuries?" asked Miss Trollop.

"I got poked in the eye with some grass," said Melissa, in a voice so small and modest it could have lived happily inside a matchbox, "And I cut my ear on a branch."

"Anything else?"

"I jammed my foot in the broken step."

"Anything else?"

"I got hit in the nose by a stick."

"Keep going."

"I got burned on the leg by some soup."

"Show us the mark" demanded Donald.