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  the spring of candy apples

  Copyright © 2009 by Debbie Viguié

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  Viguié, Debbie.

  The spring of candy apples : a sweet seasons novel / by Debbie Viguié.

  p. cm.

  Summary: High school senior Candace struggles over decisions about college, boys, and friendship while working at the Candy Counter at The Zone amusement park.

  ISBN 978-0-310-71753-9

  [1. Amusement parks — Fiction. 2. Friendship — Fiction. 3. Interpersonal relations — Fiction. 4. Christian life — Fiction. 5. California — Fiction.] I. Title.

  PZ7.V6727Sp 2009

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  Title Page

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  About the Publisher

  Share Your Thoughts

  To all the friends and family who have spent time with me in

  theme parks and listened while I talked about

  The Zone — thank you!!

  Also, thank you to the wonderful group at

  Zonderkidz, especially Betsy Flikkema, who helped

  make these books a reality.

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  Candace wondered how every couple of months she managed to wind up seated across the desk from a Zone executive. Only this time it wasn’t Lloyd Peterson, the hiring manager, it was John Hanson, owner of the theme park himself. Nor was this a small office among many in the building she had gotten almost used to visiting. This office was huge. Trophies from John Hanson’s football days glistened from various alcoves around the room. His desk was the size of her bed at home. It was as though everything in the office had to be enlarged to fit his larger-than-life personality.

  Just breathe, she reminded herself. She let out the air she had been holding in her lungs and tried very hard not to squirm in her seat. He was smiling and friendly, but there was so much more at stake this time than a part-time, seasonal job.

  “So, Candace, as one of the five finalists for The Zone Game-Master scholarship, you must be pretty excited,” he said.

  Excited. Bewildered. Nervous. So many to choose from. Excited because the winner got a full scholarship to a college in Florida. Bewildered because she still couldn’t believe her Balloon Races doodle could be taken seriously as a potential ride by anyone. Nervous because she didn’t want to blow it.

  With a start, Candace realized that she had been staring into space. “Yes, I’m very excited . . . and pretty nervous,” she stammered.

  “Just try to relax,” he urged.

  “I’ll try.”

  “Now, as you know, there are many stages in the competition, and you’ve passed them all to get this far. During the first stage, contestants who don’t meet the qualifications are weeded out. Next, the Game Masters take a look at the attraction concepts for viability. Then they announce the top twenty candidates.”

  Candace remembered how shocked she had been at that announcement. She didn’t even know she was a contestant. Over the summer, she doodled her Balloon Races idea on a napkin. She had been about to throw it away but gave it to Josh instead, and he had secretly entered it in the scholarship competition. Now it was nearly March and she was a finalist. She was upset at Josh at first, but if she won, she’d have to get him an awesome thank-you present.

  “At that point,” continued Mr. Hanson, “we announce the candidates and give everyone who works for The Zone a chance to submit a recommendation for a candidate. Now, this isn’t some sort of popularity vote. A recommendation is a serious thing. The person filling it out has to take the time to submit a ten-page form evaluating the candidate’s strengths and telling the search committee exactly why they believe that person should have the position. Based on the strength and numbers of those recommendations, the group of twenty is narrowed to five.”

  “Wow! I can’t believe enough people took the time to recommend me,” Candace said.

  “Several people here think quite highly of you. You had enough recommendations to just beat out a young gentleman for the fifth spot.”

  “So, I’m here because I had one more recommendation?”

  “Essentially, yes. It’s policy that we don’t allow contestants to see their recommendations. However, since you are in the top five, I can tell you the people who recommended you.”

  Candace suddenly realized her heart was in her throat. This somehow made her more nervous than the interview itself. It was a reflection of what people thought of her and how they had chosen to support her. She found herself holding her breath again as she waited for the names.

  “You had nine recommendations. You received recommendations from your supervisor, Martha; Kowabunga referee Josh; Muffin Mansion’s Becca and Gib; Sue from janitorial; Roger from the Dug Out; and Pete, the train operator.”

  None of those came as a great surprise, but Candace was touched and flattered that they all spent the time and effort on her. She made a mental note to thank them all later.

  “You received the eighth one from Rose in the nurse’s office.”

  Candace smiled. It seemed like every few months she ended up there after some kind of catastrophe. It was nice to know she had managed to make some kind of positive impression. That had to mean the final recommendation that had put her over the top was from her boyfriend, Kurt. She felt a warm glow as she thought about the special thank-y
ou kiss she’d have to give him.

  “And the last one was from Lisa in food carts.”

  Candace sat stunned for a minute. It wasn’t Kurt, but Lisa, the girl who hated her? “Are you sure about that?” she burst out.

  John looked surprised. “Yes. Why?”

  “Nothing,” Candace mumbled, dropping her eyes.

  The owner of the park chuckled. “Sometimes it’s a surprise when we discover who notices us.”

  She nodded.

  “And so, here you are, one of the final five contestants.”

  “What happens from here?” Candace asked.

  “This is it. I stay out of the selection process until the very end. Now I interview the five candidates and choose the winner.”

  Candace had suspected that might be the case, but actually knowing made her start to sweat even more.

  “You’ve been doing seasonal work for us, is that right?”

  “Yes.”

  “You know, I think it’s time to upgrade you. How would you like to work part-time at the Candy Counter?”

  “In the Home Stretch?” she asked.

  “That’s the one.”

  “That would be great,” she said, not sure what else to say at the moment. She hadn’t really had a chance to think about working during the spring. There was a part of her that was instantly excited, though. Working at the Candy Counter meant she wouldn’t be working at a food cart.

  “So, shall we begin the interview?” he asked, the smile leaving his face.

  She nodded mutely.

  When Candace finally left the interview, she was shaking. She had done her best, but it had been very intimidating knowing that her answers could change a lot of things for her. Not quite ready to go home, she headed into the theme park to track down a couple of her friends.

  The Zone was one of the biggest, coolest theme parks in Southern California. It was separated into several different areas, called zones, such as the Exploration Zone where she headed first. All the terminology of the park was geared toward sports and competition. Workers were called referees; costumed characters were called mascots; and customers were called players. On field referenced areas inside the park, while off field included the areas behind the scenes where players couldn’t go. The goal of the park was to entertain, educate, and inspire healthy competition in every area of life.

  Candace had visited the park often as a child, but she hadn’t truly fallen in love with it until the summer before when she had gotten her first job working as a cotton candy operator. She had made a lot of good friends in the park, and as she approached the Muffin Mansion she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of one of them in particular.

  There were no customers inside the Muffin Mansion, and Candace made a beeline for Becca who was operating the cash register. Candace jumped up so she was sitting on the counter, leaned over, and gave Becca a big hug.

  “What was that for?” Becca asked.

  “For recommending me. I’ve got a hug for Gib too. Is he here?”

  “He should be back from break in a minute.”

  “I’ll wait.”

  “So, how did the interview go?” Becca asked.

  “I’m not sure. I’m pretty nervous about it,” Candace confessed.

  “Everyone probably felt that way.”

  “I don’t know. I’m still not even sure how I got this far in the competition.”

  “Are you kidding? Balloon Races looks awesome.”

  “How do you know?”

  Becca smiled. “Josh has been showing a copy of your drawing to everyone.”

  Candace rolled her eyes. “Great. One more thing I’ve gotta kill him for.”

  “Hey, go easy on the guy. If you get that scholarship, you’ll owe him big time for entering you.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Candace admitted.

  “What’s wrong? You’ve got frowny face,” Becca said.

  “Kurt didn’t recommend me for the competition,” Candace admitted.

  “Ouch,” Becca said, wincing.

  “And Lisa did. Isn’t that weird?”

  “Definitely freaky.”

  “My birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks,” Candace said, changing the subject.

  “Happy early birthday,” Becca said.

  “I’m thinking of having a slumber party a week from Friday, and I wanted to know if you would come.”

  “I’ll be there!” Becca said.

  “Cool.”

  “How many people are coming?”

  “I’m not sure yet. You’re the first one I’ve officially invited.”

  “Let me guess. You figured that it would be a party even if I was the only other person there?” Becca teased.

  Candace laughed. “No sugar for you.”

  “You’re cruel.”

  Kind was more like it. Becca had some sort of weird allergy that made her completely crazy hyper when she had sugar. Every few months she managed to get hold of some and cause complete chaos.

  “How did yer interview go?” a deep voice suddenly asked.

  Candace jumped off the counter and hugged a surprised Gib. He patted her back awkwardly.

  “Thank you for nominating me,” she said.

  “It was no problem. Glad to do it.”

  “Tell the truth. Was it so you’d never have to worry about me slipping Becca some sugar?” Candace asked with a smile. Over the summer, Gib had explained Becca’s sugar allergy to Candace and forbade her to give the other girl cotton candy.

  Gib smiled. “I figger you and I are already clear on that matter. Nah. I nominated you because you show initiative and courage and have a way of shaking things up.”

  Candace gave him another hug and then pulled away laughing. “Well, thank you. I really appreciate it.”

  “Kurt didn’t nominate her,” Becca said.

  “Knave!” Gib said, his face darkening.

  Before Candace could respond, players came through the door. She gave Becca and Gib a little wave and headed out. Once in the clear, she headed for the Splash Zone, hoping to catch Josh. She saw him in his tank top and shorts in front of the Kowabunga ride.

  “You’ve gotta be cold,” she said as she walked up.

  “It’s worth it to freeze now so I don’t have to sweat through the summer,” he said with his customary grin. “So, how’d it go?”

  “I don’t know,” she confessed as she gave him a hug. “But thank you for nominating me. Thank you for entering me,” she said, laughing a little.

  “Told you the Balloon Races was cool,” he said.

  She stepped back with a laugh. “Remind me to listen to you more.”

  “That’s an easy one.”

  “So, do you think I have a shot?” she asked.

  He grew serious for a moment. “I hope so, but I don’t know. I entered you and I nominated you. That was really all I could do. It’s out of my hands.”

  “I know. I’m just nervous.”

  She was about to tell him who had nominated her when she remembered she had other news. “I did get a part-time job out of it,” she said.

  His eyes widened. “Seriously? Part-time, not seasonal?”

  She nodded. “I’m going to be working at the Candy Counter.”

  “That’s great! Congratulations. I’m going to miss seeing you on the carts, though.”

  She shrugged. “We can still hang on breaks.”

  “Absolutely. Well, that is, after Talent Show. My team and I are practicing a lot.”

  Candace blinked at him. “Talent Show? What Talent Show?”

  Josh laughed. “Same old Candace.”

  Another referee walked up. He looked familiar to her, but Candace couldn’t place him.

  “Looks like I’m on break,” Josh said. “Candace, have you met Mark yet?”

  “We double-dated a few months back,” Mark said, smiling at her.

  Then Candace remembered who he was. Her best friend Tamara had gone out with him once on a pity date. He had seemed
like a really nice guy, just not Tam’s type.

  “How have you been?” Candace asked.

  “Good. Really good. Actually I should thank you.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “You and your boyfriend made working here sound like so much fun. That’s why I applied to work here too.”

  “And you’ve been enjoying it?” she asked.

  “Check.”

  Mark took over Josh’s position, and then Candace walked away with Josh.

  “I’m glad he’s having fun,” she said.

  “Yeah, Checkmark’s going to be okay.”

  “Checkmark?” she asked.

  “Yup. That’s what people have nicknamed him. If you ask him anything, he says ‘check’ instead of ‘yes’ or ‘got it.’ ”

  “Hence Checkmark.”

  “Check,” Josh said with a grin.

  “Okay, so what’s this about a talent show?” Candace asked him. As usual she seemed to be one step behind as far as the information went.

  “It’s a big deal every year about a week after Easter. There’s a party and talent competition for all the refs.”

  “What, like singing and dancing?”

  Josh rolled his eyes. “Only if you’re, like, amazing at one of those. Mostly groups try to come up with new stuff. The winners last year did a whole Chinese acrobat show. Of course, it helped that three of them were exchange students, brothers who were actually acrobats.”

  “Great, no pressure,” Candace said. “When do sign-ups start?”

  He laughed. “You mean, when do they finish, as in, this week.”

  “Oh, no,” Candace groaned. Her experiences at The Zone had taught her that those who did not sign up early got stuck with teammates they did not pick. That very thing happened to her at the summer Scavenger Hunt. Luckily, though, her team had been awesome. Not only had they won, she had also made some great friends from the experience.

  “I’m guessing you’re already on a team,” she said to Josh.

  “Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “Us Kowabunga guys kinda stick together. Besides, you said you weren’t going to be working Easter.”

  She shrugged. “You know what they say. The more things change . . .”