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Piper rested her chin in the palm of her hand, her half-finished painting pushed off to the side of the table. The cabin had settled back into its usual rhythm after the excitement, but the constant chatter still lingered in the air, making it difficult to focus. Instead of forcing another brushstroke, she found herself staring out the open window. Beyond the screen, the lake shimmered beneath the mid morning sun. A light breeze rippled across the water, carrying the scent of pine and fresh lake air into the cabin. The docks stretched out into the water where, just that morning, she'd sat alone sketching the sunrise. It had been peaceful then. Quiet. She missed the quiet. Her eyes followed the shoreline before a voice beside her gently pulled her back.

[color=00aeef]“Wow, That’s… really really good.”[/color]

Piper blinked, turning away from the window. The new kid stood beside her table. He looked as though he'd spent the last few minutes debating whether to say anything before finally gathering the courage. His attention wasn't on her. It was on the painting she'd left sitting off to the side. Compliments always caught Piper off guard. Most campers glanced at her artwork for a second before moving on. Others simply assumed she spent all her time drawing because she didn't have much else to say. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

[COLOR=52BF7C]"Thanks."[/COLOR] She glanced toward the painting before looking back out the window for a brief moment. Before she turned back to the new kid, the bull horn blasted outside. More chaos. The sound of chairs scrapping against wood, echoes of cleaning instructions rang out but fallen to deaf ears.  Campers snatched up backpacks and projects, talking over one another as they hurried toward both screen doors.

[i] “I call first canoe!" [/I]

[i] “Last one there has to wear the life jacket that's too big!" [/I]

The cabin emptied almost instantly. Piper laughed quietly under her breath as the stampede rushed past her. She took her time rinsing her brush, slipping her sketchbook  into her backpack before carefully lifting her painting to let it dry. Placing it in a spot, she knew no one would touch it. 

Piper looked toward the sunlight spilling through the doorway. Beyond the cabins, she could already hear counselors calling instructions and the distant laughter echoing across the Lake. She slid her backpack over one shoulder.  A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She stepped out into the warm afternoon, following the stream of campers down the winding path toward the docks, where the water sparkled beneath the summer sun and the next adventure was already waiting.
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