Mackenzie's Bunk

I walked slowly into the Athena cabin, my new home. Much different from the streets of Manhattan. I set my small duffle bag on an empty bunk, and me reached in and took out a picture of my dad and I a few years ago. Tears stung at my eyes as I taped it against the wall my bunk was against, and I roughly rubbed them off with my fist. After a few minutes, I decided to go to the beach. I walked out of the cabin.