#deecabin22

Strikes a victory pose. "Camper Sonia reporting for duty!" The small girl shouted. She felt like she was quite potentially the only girl in the cabin currently. "Sound off! We have an important matter to discuss." She pointed at them. Though they would probably all walk out of the cabin on her.  "What do we do since there is no lawman?!" She paused a moment, "I mean Counselor. We should totally raid Cabin 13 at dusk! Or investigate the woods or something else a counselor wouldn't let us do."

I wake up from a nap, music blaring in my ears, only to look out the car window to see a sign, Camp Deehawken 1 mile. I sigh as I start to repack my messenger bag. This messenger bag held my sketchbook, my Ipod charger, extra pencils, a journal to write any stories or thoughts, and a book or two. The main reason for me coming to this camp is because my mom thinks that I'm going through a punk phase and she thinks that this will help stop it; even though I've told a million times that it is not a phase but a lifestyle she wont give it up.