Laila's Bunk: Playing My Guitar

I sat on my bunk and took out the guitar, my friend back home gave me when we started our band. I played a few chords when someone walked in.

"Hi Laila." I say. I exersizing my voice.

"Hey Samantha," I say without looking up. Being a singer kinda helps me with hearing. I finally look up at her face, "What's going on?"

"Oh nothing, just finished archery practice" I say.

"Yeah, you were pretty awesome." I say, playing my favorite song.

"cool" I say.

I get an idea.

I say, "I have a guitar too! We can play together!"

My eyes beam up, and turn yellow. "Y-yeah. That'll be pretty sweet!" I say shifting in my bed. "Why don't you come sit down right here?" I say patting the spot next to me. "Is yours acoustic, electrical?"

"Accoustic," I say pulling a guitar off the upper bunk of a different bunk bed.

Then I start playing.

I try to follow her tune. After a few seconds we sync and harmonize. "What are we playing exactly?" I ask dumbfoundedly.

"Magic by Selena Gomez," I say

"Oh awesome," I say. I start singing a few of the words.

Oh, oh, oh it's magic/You know/You'll never believe it's not so.

" oh Its magic," I sing.

We finish the song and I realize its time for dinner. As I thought about it I was hungry.

"Its dinner time. to the messhall," I say putting my guitar away.

I follow her action by putting mine underneath my bed. I exit the Apollo Cabin and make my way to the Mess Hall.

I sit at the Apollo table, get my food and go to the fire.

"To Apollo," I say.

I grab my food, and do the same. "To Apollo," I sigh. I go back to the Apollo table and continue eating.

Then I eat my dinner. I go back to my cabin to look for my friends who have finished dinner already. There is no one there, so I climb onto my upper bunk!

I sit on my bu I bunk and get the letter underneath my pillow. I open it and I sigh as I read it. "Ugh," I grumble. I throw the letter on the floor and I lay down.

"Laila, what's that letter about if you don't mind me asking?" I say curiously, hoping she'll tell me.

"My grandmother just sent me a letter." I say glumily.

"Oh, is it bad news?" I say.

I rub my bow and arrow and it turns back into a locket. I smile. It was my only gift from my dad.

"Kind of, It's about my mom." I say while looking down. Trying to retreat from the bad news I glance at her locket, "That's a nice locket. Where did you get it?"

"From Dad. It's the only preasent I've ever got from him." I say.

"It looks like Dad has a thing for necklaces," I say showing the gold necklace around my neck. I fiddle it around my fingers careful not to twirl it.

" Yeah... someday I wanna meet him. What about you?" I say.

"I've seen him, but i want to see him again. It's weird how they keep track of us all." I say kid of chuckling.