Alyce's Bunk

Alyce's bunk was at the end of the cabin, her wooden posts wrapped in flowers that took her to do sense she was ten years old and her bed spread had peace signs on it. She grew attached to them when she was a little girl. She sat on her bed with her two rabbits, March and Whitely, as she scribbled music notes down in her journal. She didn't mind sitting farther away, its not like she didn't have a choice to sit closer. She just liked her place and it grew on her the last seven years. She looked to the name carved in her head board in purple letters, "Alyce Wonders", and smiled softly. Today was the anniversary of when she been brought to camp, seven years ago.