The Life of Corinne P. : Chapter 6

Corinne P was being led through a forest.

It wasn't a particularly nice forest. It was the usual kind of forest, with knotted trees and a cold wind. Corinne shivered.
"We're almost there," the counselor said to Corinne. The counselor was tall and athletic, with black hair pulled back into a braid and sunglasses on her head. "So, you're Corinne Packel, right?"
Corinne nodded. She wished for her clarinet, which she'd left behind. The clarinet was beautiful. "I play the clarinet," she announced to the counselor.
"I'm Lisa," the counselor told Corinne. "I used to play the trumpet."
"Why did you stop?" Corinne asked, eager to hear the rest of the story.
"I had to practice too much," the counselor explained. "I bet you do, too."
Corinne had to practice a lot. She liked it, though. "I do," she admitted. "But it was fun."
They had come to a point where the trees made a kind of arch, which lead outside of the forest. Corinne raced up ahead. She burst out of the forest and stared at the group of cabins in front of her. 
"Cabin 14," Lisa said. "It's waiting for you."
Corinne ventured inside. She set down her bags and looked at Cabin 14.