Chris's bunk

i walk in running my fingers through my long gentle curly hair. i sigh. so many questions still needed to be answered

i turn around and see a young boy. "vanessa" i say.

"Florida" i say i sit on my bunk and talk to my new brother. i keep running my fingers through my hair

i look away. "i-i dont know" i say quietly.

i give him a small glare then look away. "we just met about two minutes ago. now you want a whole biography on me. i lost my memeory, what else is to it?" i asked im in a somewhat pleading way. a tear rolls down my cheek, i hope he didnt notice it.

"you should have been clear then. there is volleyball, basketball, a lake, beach, mess hall, and infirmary, and forest" i say fast trying to hide my shaky voice. "thats all i know of" i say quietly.

"Whoa! Slow down."

I repeat myself but in a normal pace "sorry" I say quietly.

"S'kay. So what to do 1st?"

I shrug my shoulders "I don't know. I just came back from the rope swing with two of our many sisters. So I'm kind of warn out and want to hang at the cabin. I say while laying down

"Oh, I going to take a nap."

"you do that" i say. i pull out my book and start to read

i put my book away. i look at chris then i look under my bunk. i pull out a case and open it. an acoustic guitar. i pull it out and grab a pick. "see you later" i say to chris then i walk out

"See ya." I lay down and fall a sleep.

3 hours later I woke up "Where did Vanessa go?"