Corinne Packel cautiously opened the cabin door. She and Mira timidly peeked outside.
Kenna was the one who had made the crash. She was near the cabin's doorstep, impossibly tangled in a mess of ribbon and string and more. "Hi," she said. "This place is too messy!" Then she spotted Corinne. "You mean...you're not tangled?" she asked incredulously.
Corinne shrugged. "It's easy not to," she replied.
Kenna grimaced. "Can someone please untie me?" she begged.
Mira leaned over. "Do not worry," she said. "I will do it."
In an impossibly short time, Kenna was untied. "Thanks," she said. "By the way, remind me again why Nory calls me Henna Penna."
The afternoon seemed to pass quickly as Mira and Corinne played with Kenna. They ventured into the forest, and Kenna demonstrated "the climbing of the average tree." Mira brought out her photo album and told stories of what it was like in China. Corinne showed them how to make a leaf berylanditandie out of regular leaves.
Soon, Lisa came back. "I'm afraid that you girls will have to sleep in Cabin 14 alone. By the way, it's time for dinner."
Jan 1, 2010
The Life of Corinne P. : Chapter 7
As Corinne Packel looked at her new cabin, she looked back on her life. A year ago, or even a couple days ago, she would never have imagined herself at summer camp, staring at a cabin. It was amazing.
The cabin was seemingly wooden. It had windows and one electric light hanging from the ceiling. There were three bunk beds.
A girl with luscious black hair with a barrette in it smiled at Corinne. "Hello," the pretty girl said to Corinne. "I am Mira."
Corinne managed to say, "Hi. I'm Corinne." She regarded the bunk beds. "Which bunk do I get?"
Mira shrugged. "I will take this one," she said, motioning to the top bunk of the third bed.
Corinne nodded. She selected the bottom bunk of the first bed and set her stuff down on it. Lisa went out of the cabin, probably to collect the other girls.
Mira began making her bed. "I have gone here, to this camp, since my family first came to America, when I was five. My brother and I were scared. But everyone was so nice. I like it a lot." She spread the sheets out on the bed. "Aren't you going to make your bed?"
Corinne nodded. She took the sheets out of her camp bag and began making her bed. "So you have a brother?" she asked.
Mira nodded. "He's my twin. He's very funny and good at sports. But he is annoying, too, sometimes. He kicks a ball at me. I play sports, too, but then I am caught unawares."
Mira opened her mouth to continue, but she stopped when a large crash came from outside.
The cabin was seemingly wooden. It had windows and one electric light hanging from the ceiling. There were three bunk beds.
A girl with luscious black hair with a barrette in it smiled at Corinne. "Hello," the pretty girl said to Corinne. "I am Mira."
Corinne managed to say, "Hi. I'm Corinne." She regarded the bunk beds. "Which bunk do I get?"
Mira shrugged. "I will take this one," she said, motioning to the top bunk of the third bed.
Corinne nodded. She selected the bottom bunk of the first bed and set her stuff down on it. Lisa went out of the cabin, probably to collect the other girls.
Mira began making her bed. "I have gone here, to this camp, since my family first came to America, when I was five. My brother and I were scared. But everyone was so nice. I like it a lot." She spread the sheets out on the bed. "Aren't you going to make your bed?"
Corinne nodded. She took the sheets out of her camp bag and began making her bed. "So you have a brother?" she asked.
Mira nodded. "He's my twin. He's very funny and good at sports. But he is annoying, too, sometimes. He kicks a ball at me. I play sports, too, but then I am caught unawares."
Mira opened her mouth to continue, but she stopped when a large crash came from outside.
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