Jadyn's Bunk

(Jadyn's bunk is one of the neatest bunks in the entire cabin. Her bed is made, black and white comforters placed neatly. Pictures of her old town in Germany are tacked on the wall, as well as pictures of her and her father and grandfather. Art supplies is everywhere; color pencils, markers, crayons (only Crayola!) and notebooks, always either full of her art or about to be. Some of her sketches are on the wall, asking for attention. Elegant black curtains that match her bed cover the windows, giving her side of the room a gothic feel.)



Jadyn slumped onto the purple and white comforter on her bed, ignoring all of the papers and writing utensils crinkling under her, and feeling utterly exhausted. She had just been sword fighting, and it had completely worn her out. She slapped a ghost's hand away without even looking up-- she didn't need to. She had gotten so used to the ghosts trying to grasp her attention, that even when her long, white hair was a crown around her head and covering her eyes (like it was now) she just felt their presence and slapped their fingers away. She kicked off her boots, making them fly in the air, and hitting the long black elegant curtains on the windows, nearly knocking them down. Not caring, she closed her eyes, and fell asleep.