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Hello!
I've been at this RP thing for 15+ years. I've seen a lot of stories and wrote them too. I write as an escape so I try to make this light and fun as possible. I don't have to have anything complicated but I love a good story. The only genre I will not do is horror. I don't enjoy it in real life, I don't want to write it.
My main characters are mostly female and I typically like to write MxF. Just something I am comfortable with. I hope you understand. I typically do casual to advance (2-5 paragraphs), though quality over quantity works for me.
Here are some themes I enjoy:
Romance
Medieval
Fantasy
Slice of life
Action/Adventure
Post Apoc
Futuristic
Dystopia
Drop me a PM if you wish to talk out a story. :)
Current Characters/RPs:
Floating (SW)
I've been at this RP thing for 15+ years. I've seen a lot of stories and wrote them too. I write as an escape so I try to make this light and fun as possible. I don't have to have anything complicated but I love a good story. The only genre I will not do is horror. I don't enjoy it in real life, I don't want to write it.
My main characters are mostly female and I typically like to write MxF. Just something I am comfortable with. I hope you understand. I typically do casual to advance (2-5 paragraphs), though quality over quantity works for me.
Here are some themes I enjoy:
Romance
Medieval
Fantasy
Slice of life
Action/Adventure
Post Apoc
Futuristic
Dystopia
Drop me a PM if you wish to talk out a story. :)
Current Characters/RPs:
Floating (SW)
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The farther Piper walked from the docks, the quieter the world became. The shouting counselors faded into the background, replaced by the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the soft rustle of pine branches overhead. She followed the shoreline until the crowd had all but disappeared, eventually finding a weathered log resting just beyond the sand where the grass met the trees. She slipped her backpack from her shoulders and sat down, stretching her legs out in front of her. The breeze rolled in off the lake, carrying the familiar scent of water and pine needles.
Piper reached into her backpack and pulled out her sketchbook. Her fingers lingered on the cover for a moment before opening it to a blank page. She didn't start drawing. Instead, she watched. Dragonflies skimmed across the water's surface. A pair of ducks drifted lazily near the reeds while laughter echoed from the swimming area farther down the beach. It was enough to keep her occupied without having to think too hard.
"You always disappear."
The familiar voice made her look up. Standing a few feet away was a girl about her age with sandy blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail and a faded Camp Wyaconda T-shirt that had clearly survived more than one summer. A grin spread across the girl's face.
"I knew I'd find you by yourself.”
Piper couldn't help but smile. "Abby."
Abby had been in a neighboring cabin the summer before. They hadn't become inseparable or anything dramatic like that, but they'd spent enough afternoons together sketching, hiking trails, and quietly escaping the louder campers. She wouldn’t call her a best friend but close enough. Abby dropped her own backpack onto the log.
"I looked for you at breakfast." Abby stated, settling down next to Piper.
Piper shrugged. ”I didn’t think you were coming this year? Sorry to miss you. Were you late?…”
”Yeah, got in yesterday. Seems like a lot more kids this year.” Abby glanced toward the sketchbook resting in Piper's lap. “Draw anything good yet?"
Piper turned the book just enough to show the sketch she did earlier that morning. Abby's eyes widened.
"Seriously, Pip... every year you get better."
Piper felt her cheeks warm ever so slightly. "It's just practice."
Abby looked toward the woods bordering the shoreline, a mischievous smile slowly appearing.
"Want to get out of here?"
Piper raised an eyebrow. "And go where?"
"I found this trail yesterday that leads to a little clearing on the other side of camp. There's a huge fallen tree, wildflowers everywhere, and..." Abby lowered her voice dramatically. "...the counselors haven't claimed it yet."
That was enough to get Piper to stand. She tucked her sketchbook safely back into her backpack and slung it over one shoulder. A place away from the noise. Away from the crowds. That sounded considerably better than watching campers argue over canoes.
"Lead the way."
Abby smiled triumphantly before taking off down the narrow trail that hugged the shoreline. Piper followed close behind.
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The farther Piper walked from the docks, the quieter the world became. The shouting counselors faded into the background, replaced by the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the soft rustle of pine branches overhead. She followed the shoreline until the crowd had all but disappeared, eventually finding a weathered log resting just beyond the sand where the grass met the trees. She slipped her backpack from her shoulders and sat down, stretching her legs out in front of her. The breeze rolled in off the lake, carrying the familiar scent of water and pine needles.
Piper reached into her backpack and pulled out her sketchbook. Her fingers lingered on the cover for a moment before opening it to a blank page. She didn't start drawing. Instead, she watched. Dragonflies skimmed across the water's surface. A pair of ducks drifted lazily near the reeds while laughter echoed from the swimming area farther down the beach. It was enough to keep her occupied without having to think too hard.
"You always disappear."
The familiar voice made her look up. Standing a few feet away was a girl about her age with sandy blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail and a faded Camp Wyaconda T-shirt that had clearly survived more than one summer. A grin spread across the girl's face.
"I knew I'd find you by yourself.”
Piper couldn't help but smile. "Abby."
Abby had been in a neighboring cabin the summer before. They hadn't become inseparable or anything dramatic like that, but they'd spent enough afternoons together sketching, hiking trails, and quietly escaping the louder campers. She wouldn’t call her a best friend but close enough. Abby dropped her own backpack onto the log.
"I looked for you at breakfast." Abby stated, settling down next to Piper.
Piper shrugged. ”I didn’t think you were coming this year? Sorry to miss you. Were you late?…”
”Yeah, got in yesterday. Seems like a lot more kids this year.” Abby glanced toward the sketchbook resting in Piper's lap. “Draw anything good yet?"
Piper turned the book just enough to show the sketch she did earlier that morning. Abby's eyes widened.
"Seriously, Pip... every year you get better."
Piper felt her cheeks warm ever so slightly. "It's just practice."
Abby looked toward the woods bordering the shoreline, a mischievous smile slowly appearing.
"Want to get out of here?"
Piper raised an eyebrow. "And go where?"
"I found this trail yesterday that leads to a little clearing on the other side of camp. There's a huge fallen tree, wildflowers everywhere, and..." Abby lowered her voice dramatically. "...the counselors haven't claimed it yet."
That was enough to get Piper to stand. She tucked her sketchbook safely back into her backpack and slung it over one shoulder. A place away from the noise. Away from the crowds. That sounded considerably better than watching campers argue over canoes.
"Lead the way."
Abby smiled triumphantly before taking off down the narrow trail that hugged the shoreline. Piper followed close behind.
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Piper smiled a little brighter than she had expected. There was something nice about hearing someone talk about something they genuinely enjoyed. She glanced down at the baseball still resting comfortably in Matt's hand before looking up at him.
"In a few months it's the Women's World Cup. It's in China this year." Her expression brightened in a way it hadn't during the rest of their conversation. "I'm excited for that." She paused, almost as if debating whether to say more before deciding she might as well. "Michelle Akers is incredible. She's everywhere on the field. She's one of the toughest players to ever play the game. She is a huge inspiration and why I like playing midfield.“ A faint grin crossed her face. "I think she's just really fun to watch."
A whistle blew in the distance.
“So what’s that about?” he asked. “Do we have to go down there too?”
"Looks like someone broke the rules." She replied back as they both instinctively turned their heads.
Near the end of one of the docks, a counselor was waving both arms over his head while shouting toward two canoes drifting farther from shore. Piper narrowed her eyes. One canoe rocked sharply as a camper stood, paddle raised in the air. The other canoe swerved sideways, trying to avoid whatever ridiculous stunt was about to happen. Another whistle pierced the air. The counselor's voice carried across the water.
“Sit down! Both of you! Now!"
A few campers on the dock stopped what they were doing to watch. Piper folded her arms. She shook her head at the commotion. One of the campers swung the paddle—not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough that the counselor immediately pointed both canoes back toward shore. Piper let out a quiet sigh.
"Someone thought it'd be funny to sword fight with paddles."
She watched the counselor motion emphatically toward the dock while another hurried over to intercept the returning canoes.
"Yep..." she muttered. "Somebody's about to lose canoe privileges."
Camp had rules, and counselors rarely made exceptions when someone put another camper at risk. She shifted her backpack higher onto her shoulder before turning back to Matt. The excitement around the docks was already pulling more campers toward the commotion, eager to see who was getting into trouble. Piper had never understood that. Crowds always seemed to move toward chaos. She preferred moving away from it.
"You can go watch if you want." She gave a small shrug.
Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heel and started walking along the shoreline instead. The farther she got from the docks, the quieter it became. The shouting faded behind her, replaced by the gentle rhythm of waves brushing against the sand and the breeze whispering through the pine trees. That was more her speed. If she was going to spend the morning by the lake, she'd much rather find a quiet place to sit than watch someone get lectured for acting like an idiot with a canoe paddle.
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Piper smiled a little brighter than she had expected. There was something nice about hearing someone talk about something they genuinely enjoyed. She glanced down at the baseball still resting comfortably in Matt's hand before looking up at him.
"In a few months it's the Women's World Cup. It's in China this year." Her expression brightened in a way it hadn't during the rest of their conversation. "I'm excited for that." She paused, almost as if debating whether to say more before deciding she might as well. "Michelle Akers is incredible. She's everywhere on the field. She's one of the toughest players to ever play the game. She is a huge inspiration and why I like playing midfield.“ A faint grin crossed her face. "I think she's just really fun to watch."
A whistle blew in the distance.
“So what’s that about?” he asked. “Do we have to go down there too?”
"Looks like someone broke the rules." She replied back as they both instinctively turned their heads.
Near the end of one of the docks, a counselor was waving both arms over his head while shouting toward two canoes drifting farther from shore. Piper narrowed her eyes. One canoe rocked sharply as a camper stood, paddle raised in the air. The other canoe swerved sideways, trying to avoid whatever ridiculous stunt was about to happen. Another whistle pierced the air. The counselor's voice carried across the water.
“Sit down! Both of you! Now!"
A few campers on the dock stopped what they were doing to watch. Piper folded her arms. She shook her head at the commotion. One of the campers swung the paddle—not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough that the counselor immediately pointed both canoes back toward shore. Piper let out a quiet sigh.
"Someone thought it'd be funny to sword fight with paddles."
She watched the counselor motion emphatically toward the dock while another hurried over to intercept the returning canoes.
"Yep..." she muttered. "Somebody's about to lose canoe privileges."
Camp had rules, and counselors rarely made exceptions when someone put another camper at risk. She shifted her backpack higher onto her shoulder before turning back to Matt. The excitement around the docks was already pulling more campers toward the commotion, eager to see who was getting into trouble. Piper had never understood that. Crowds always seemed to move toward chaos. She preferred moving away from it.
"You can go watch if you want." She gave a small shrug.
Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heel and started walking along the shoreline instead. The farther she got from the docks, the quieter it became. The shouting faded behind her, replaced by the gentle rhythm of waves brushing against the sand and the breeze whispering through the pine trees. That was more her speed. If she was going to spend the morning by the lake, she'd much rather find a quiet place to sit than watch someone get lectured for acting like an idiot with a canoe paddle.
<Snipped quote by Lady Arya>
My investigator on the trail of your rogue agent maybe?
Perhaps! I'm sneaky.
Sounds interesting. Slightly reminds me of the show warehouse 13.
Thinking the same thing. Except more wizards.
Also a little bit of The Librarians as well.
I’m interested but would want to play a villain. Maybe a rogue agent.
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"An ambulance? No, not yet, at least."
Piper glanced back toward the crafts cabin as though half expecting another camper to come stumbling out covered in blood.
"It hasn't been that bad here in, like, twenty years or something. Something about... things in the woods."
She shrugged casually before looking back at Matt.
"Don't worry. There's nothing scary in the woods. It's just a story the counselors make up so you don't wander off and get lost."
At least, Piper was pretty sure that was all it was. She'd heard enough stories about Camp Wyaconda over the years to know that every camper had their own version. Strange noises after dark. Shadows between the trees. Campers who swore they'd seen something moving beyond the cabins. Piper had never believed any of it. Woods made noises. Animals lived in them. People's imaginations got considerably more creative after sunset. That was all.
Probably.
Matt seemed okay to her. Nice enough, anyway. He had even apologized for the baseball, despite it barely touching her. Then, almost immediately, he'd started asking about what he was supposed to do next. That made her smile. Being the new kid had to be strange. Everyone else seemed to move around camp as though they already knew exactly where they belonged.
"Each cabin has a schedule for the day. It's mostly so we don't overcrowd the activity areas. Safety first and all that." She nodded toward the lake.
"Most of the summer campers are together right now. See? Some are swimming, and everyone else is fighting over the canoes."
From where they stood, campers were already gathering along the shoreline. A group had rushed toward the swimming area while others crowded around the racks of paddles and life jackets. Piper watched them for a moment.
"You just do what you feel like doing. No one's going to force you into anything."
She shrugged before looking back at him. At least, that was how camp was supposed to work. Piper paused. She wasn't entirely sure what came next. Normally, this was the part where she would smile, wave, and find somewhere quiet to sit with her sketchbook. Small talk had never been something she was particularly good at. Silence was easier. You couldn't accidentally say something stupid if you weren't talking. But she had promised her dad one thing before coming to camp. Try to make a friend or two. Piper shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"So... uh..."
Great start, she thought. She tucked a loose strand of red hair behind her ear and glanced at the baseball still in Matt's hand.
"Baseball." Another excellent contribution to the conversation. Piper almost laughed at herself.
"My dad likes the Braves. He says they're going all the way this year." She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Whatever that means."
She knew what it meant, technically. Her dad had explained it enough times. She simply couldn't understand how anyone could become so invested in watching people stand around waiting for someone to hit a ball.
"I like soccer, though. Maybe because there's more running." A small smile appeared. "I like running. A lot."
That was probably an understatement. Running was easy. There was always somewhere ahead of you to go. A trail to follow. Another turn to reach. When she ran, she didn't have to think about what to say or whether she was supposed to be talking. She could just move. Piper glanced toward Matt again, hoping she hadn't completely ruined her attempt at conversation.
"So, I'm guessing the baseball means you actually play?"
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"An ambulance? No, not yet, at least."
Piper glanced back toward the crafts cabin as though half expecting another camper to come stumbling out covered in blood.
"It hasn't been that bad here in, like, twenty years or something. Something about... things in the woods."
She shrugged casually before looking back at Matt.
"Don't worry. There's nothing scary in the woods. It's just a story the counselors make up so you don't wander off and get lost."
At least, Piper was pretty sure that was all it was. She'd heard enough stories about Camp Wyaconda over the years to know that every camper had their own version. Strange noises after dark. Shadows between the trees. Campers who swore they'd seen something moving beyond the cabins. Piper had never believed any of it. Woods made noises. Animals lived in them. People's imaginations got considerably more creative after sunset. That was all.
Probably.
Matt seemed okay to her. Nice enough, anyway. He had even apologized for the baseball, despite it barely touching her. Then, almost immediately, he'd started asking about what he was supposed to do next. That made her smile. Being the new kid had to be strange. Everyone else seemed to move around camp as though they already knew exactly where they belonged.
"Each cabin has a schedule for the day. It's mostly so we don't overcrowd the activity areas. Safety first and all that." She nodded toward the lake.
"Most of the summer campers are together right now. See? Some are swimming, and everyone else is fighting over the canoes."
From where they stood, campers were already gathering along the shoreline. A group had rushed toward the swimming area while others crowded around the racks of paddles and life jackets. Piper watched them for a moment.
"You just do what you feel like doing. No one's going to force you into anything."
She shrugged before looking back at him. At least, that was how camp was supposed to work. Piper paused. She wasn't entirely sure what came next. Normally, this was the part where she would smile, wave, and find somewhere quiet to sit with her sketchbook. Small talk had never been something she was particularly good at. Silence was easier. You couldn't accidentally say something stupid if you weren't talking. But she had promised her dad one thing before coming to camp. Try to make a friend or two. Piper shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"So... uh..."
Great start, she thought. She tucked a loose strand of red hair behind her ear and glanced at the baseball still in Matt's hand.
"Baseball." Another excellent contribution to the conversation. Piper almost laughed at herself.
"My dad likes the Braves. He says they're going all the way this year." She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Whatever that means."
She knew what it meant, technically. Her dad had explained it enough times. She simply couldn't understand how anyone could become so invested in watching people stand around waiting for someone to hit a ball.
"I like soccer, though. Maybe because there's more running." A small smile appeared. "I like running. A lot."
That was probably an understatement. Running was easy. There was always somewhere ahead of you to go. A trail to follow. Another turn to reach. When she ran, she didn't have to think about what to say or whether she was supposed to be talking. She could just move. Piper glanced toward Matt again, hoping she hadn't completely ruined her attempt at conversation.
"So, I'm guessing the baseball means you actually play?"
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Piper stood on the shoreline. The chaos had erupted. Kids grabbing canoes, others jumping into the swimming zone. Counselors shouting safety instructions. It was all too much. Her hands gripped the straps of her backpack. She wished she was back with the sunrise. Quiet. Still. Just her and her sketch book. As her eyes darted across the lake her memories brought up one of the camping trips she'd taken with her dad years ago, before the remarriage. They were settled in their favorite spot, tucked between tall pines and far enough away from everything that the nights were completely dark. Her dad had spent the afternoon trying to convince her to swim with him.
She had been younger then. Brave enough—or stubborn enough—to follow him farther than she should have. The water had only reached her waist when the ground suddenly disappeared beneath her feet. One second, her toes were digging into the soft mud. The next, there was nothing.
Piper slipped beneath the surface before she could even scream. The lake swallowed every sound, replacing the world with murky green water and a terrible, muffled silence. She kicked wildly, reaching for something—anything—but her hands found nothing. Something brushed against her leg, and panic completely took over. She didn't know which way was up. Then a hand closed around her arm. Her dad pulled her above the surface and carried her back toward shore while she coughed and clung to him, refusing to let go even after her feet touched solid ground again.
After that, she never went farther than the shoreline. Her dad never forced her. Instead, he'd sat beside her on the shore, and together they'd skipped rocks across the surface until the sun disappeared behind the trees. It was still one of her favorite memories with him. But it hadn't made her any less afraid of the water.
A small bump against the back of her heel pulled Piper back to the present. She glanced down to find a baseball resting against the back of her shoe. Bending down, she picked it up and turned it over once in her hand before looking toward the boy nearby.
"Lose something?" She stated.
She tossed the ball gently toward him, waiting until he caught it before offering a small smile.
"You're the new kid, right?"
Piper had recognized him from the parking lot, saying goodbye to his family, this morning. Then later, when he complimented her artwork.
"It's not always that crazy around here. The knife, fainting…” She paused, glancing toward the arts and crafts cabin behind them. "Well... usually." A hint of amusement crossed her face.
"Camp's actually pretty great. Once you figure out where everything is and which counselors to avoid before they've had breakfast."
She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder.
"I'm Piper.”
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Piper stood on the shoreline. The chaos had erupted. Kids grabbing canoes, others jumping into the swimming zone. Counselors shouting safety instructions. It was all too much. Her hands gripped the straps of her backpack. She wished she was back with the sunrise. Quiet. Still. Just her and her sketch book. As her eyes darted across the lake her memories brought up one of the camping trips she'd taken with her dad years ago, before the remarriage. They were settled in their favorite spot, tucked between tall pines and far enough away from everything that the nights were completely dark. Her dad had spent the afternoon trying to convince her to swim with him.
She had been younger then. Brave enough—or stubborn enough—to follow him farther than she should have. The water had only reached her waist when the ground suddenly disappeared beneath her feet. One second, her toes were digging into the soft mud. The next, there was nothing.
Piper slipped beneath the surface before she could even scream. The lake swallowed every sound, replacing the world with murky green water and a terrible, muffled silence. She kicked wildly, reaching for something—anything—but her hands found nothing. Something brushed against her leg, and panic completely took over. She didn't know which way was up. Then a hand closed around her arm. Her dad pulled her above the surface and carried her back toward shore while she coughed and clung to him, refusing to let go even after her feet touched solid ground again.
After that, she never went farther than the shoreline. Her dad never forced her. Instead, he'd sat beside her on the shore, and together they'd skipped rocks across the surface until the sun disappeared behind the trees. It was still one of her favorite memories with him. But it hadn't made her any less afraid of the water.
A small bump against the back of her heel pulled Piper back to the present. She glanced down to find a baseball resting against the back of her shoe. Bending down, she picked it up and turned it over once in her hand before looking toward the boy nearby.
"Lose something?" She stated.
She tossed the ball gently toward him, waiting until he caught it before offering a small smile.
"You're the new kid, right?"
Piper had recognized him from the parking lot, saying goodbye to his family, this morning. Then later, when he complimented her artwork.
"It's not always that crazy around here. The knife, fainting…” She paused, glancing toward the arts and crafts cabin behind them. "Well... usually." A hint of amusement crossed her face.
"Camp's actually pretty great. Once you figure out where everything is and which counselors to avoid before they've had breakfast."
She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder.
"I'm Piper.”
..
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.
“Wow, That’s… really really good.”
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.
"Thanks." 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 call first canoe!"
“Last one there has to wear the life jacket that's too big!"
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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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.
“Wow, That’s… really really good.”
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.
"Thanks." 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 call first canoe!"
“Last one there has to wear the life jacket that's too big!"
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.
I’ll be back tomorrow, hoping this is still alive…
<Snipped quote by Stryder BC>
Well, the Tardis does have that effect on people...
The tardis is canceled
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