First Week At Camp

We run squealing into our cabin, and grab bunks. I don't want a top, but end up on one, being compliant. I am from a small town, and a church. Being flexible is what I do. It is evident that some girls came together. Two or three of us did not. I feel like we had better bond, because they are not including us. We do, and we learn much about each other. We are all eleven. We have summer birthdays, we secretly like boys. We are having a great time now. Laughing. The others begin in include us; I guess we seem more normal. One of the girls is a bit older at twelve. She has been here before. She warns us which sports we will like, and which ones we won't. I know I will love canoeing, so I ignore her suggestions. She seems a bit arrogant, but I will give her a chance. We sit by a campfire in the evening, and everyone looks mystical. This is going to be a magical wonderful exciting week!