I saw how my bunk was so neat. I turned around. I saw other people look at me like I was some stranger. The noise began to quiet down. Everybody started to look at me. I turned back to my bed. This wasn't like back home. This wasn't like back home......

I began to settle in. The routine was growing on me. I still had the looks though. I guess no sympathy. I slept and tried to wash all my worries away. It didn't help, it just emphasized my worries. I went to archery practice.

I was starting to worry. These people were giving me stares that were creeping me out! I had to calm down, but what if they do pranks on me? What if... what if....... Stop! I had to focus and lie down. I slept and I dream about a hill with flowers that smelled the sweetest lavender. Then suddenly, these corn dogs were flying out of nowhere. I jumped up. Oh, I thought. I was hungry.

I looked up at the ceiling. It looked dark and old. I slept and left.

I came to my bunk. It was a mess. I remembered my mom and dad always telling me to make my bed. I made my bed and left.

I thought of all the memories I had before I moved into this camp. Most of the time I saw eyes in the shadows and felt something breathing down my neck, but people say I'm safe here. I always have that feeling that someone's going to betray me.

I come back in and I see footsteps. I glare at those muddy footsteps for 5 minutes. I swore if anybody is in my cabin ever again. I'm going to kill them.

I leave.

I come in and sit down on to my bed. My hands throbbing from practicing sword fighting and archery again and again. I lay back and think. I start to sleep and then I leave.

I walk in and sleep for a while. I leave.

I walk in and make my bed. It was small but it was all I had. I leave.

I ran in out of breath. I sit down for a while letting my body calm down. "That was a nice jog, hehe." I sleep and then leave.

I walk in and look around. I leave.

I walk in. I sleep a little. I leave.