I walk in. Breathless from running all the way back to my bunk, I sit down and release my pale blonde hair from its two ponytails. I take out a brush and start to groom my hair, gazing into my mirror. The frame matches the sheets of my bunk. I'm an Aphrodite kid, don't judge me. I finish brushing my hair and put the brush away. I dust off the knees of my jeans and walk out.