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Joselynn had attended the all-girls summer camp against her will. Her parents would usually do this, control her life and make her decisions. And then complain that she’s not independent enough, which always confuses Joselynn. She had just gotten comfortable with the cabin she’s been sleeping in, which is in an all-girls campsite, and she had been walking to the shower rooms when a flash of blond hair hit her in the face. She rolled her eyes and tried to move faster. The blond hair belonged to Kammie, not one of her favorite people.

Joselynn heard Kammie giggle behind her, but she ignored it. Even though the giggle was high-pitched and annoying, she ignored it. She entered the shower building thing, and walked into an empty stall.

Joselynn was wearing her favorite sweater before this, and it had gotten dirty because clumsy old her fell into some mud. Her jeans were ripped and also covered in mud, which is the main reason she needed to take a shower because mud got on her legs and face.

Her long dark brown hair fell out of her ponytail, hanging loosely and freely whilst tickling her light bare skin. Her skin was already covered in freckles and her face had various pimples even though she was younger than the normal age to get them. She was one of the youngest girls in camp, being 12.

She turned on the faucet, which spat out ice-cold droplets of water, causing Joselynn to jump back. She lept out of the shower and then stood outside, letting the water run and waiting for it to be hot, or atleast warmer than freezing. She stuck her hand in occasionally and when it got to the right temperature she went back in, thankful that this camp had hot water showers.

And then she heard the singing. The angelic singing that lifted her off her feet until she joined in, lost in song. It was her favorite song so she knew the lyrics perfectly and had burned them into her brain before she left. The angelic singing must have come from a room nearby. To her, the singing was like a golden thread woven by the best silk maker. It was soft and light.

Joselynn didn’t want to get out and walk away from the angelic voice, but she also didn’t want to live in the shower and have her skin wrinkle like an old prune. So she got out and dried her body and put her fresh new clothes on. Despite reassuring her parents she could pack herself, they packed for her. The only clean clothes she could find were her least favorite clothes, her spaghetti strapped tank top and some shorts. It wasn’t ideal in this weather as she figured it would rain soon.

She walked out the doorway, the voice fading away. Joselynn sighed and started the long walk towards her cabin but not before she could feel little water droplets fall all over her exposed body. She picked up a sprint and practically ran into her cabin, slamming the door and dripping all over the floor.

She unzipped her bag, letting some stuff fall out before finding a clean towel and drying her face. The other girls in the cabin were chilling while doing a puzzle, one of the puzzle’s the adults brought to entertain the girls. Joselynn didn’t do tons of puzzles and therefore wasn’t interested.

Instead she brought out her notrbook, being careful not to drip on it and ruin the drawing on the page. All of the other girls would say she was so talented and good at drawing, but most of the other times they would just ignore her.

The drawing the book was open on was a drawing of a flower which was neatly sketched and shaded. She flipped to a new page, which was hard because her sketchbook was filled to the brim with various drawings and sketches she’s mostly abandoned.

She drew a line, her pencil tracing the line in her mind. The line curved in her mind, her finger curved to match the line. It felt like a few seconds in her mind, but in reality it was a few hours before the beautiful drawing was done.

She opened her eyes, blinking them a few times to adjust to the light. Then stared at her newfound drawing, the image filling her sight. It was her description (her imaginary description) of the mysterious Singing Girl.

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(Ok so before I do this I just wanna say that this will have a lot more parenthises than I usually have because Meg is an author and the parenthises are meant to be annotations made by her.)

13 Year old Meg (Full Name: Kōun no megami) stepped out on the gravel path. She was slightly late (A few minutes) and as such got stuck with the cabin that had the fewest people (Cabin 13, pretty unlucky number for someone whose name translates to Lady Luck). She gazed at the coniferous trees (The type with needles) and noted how they all seemed to point to clouds. She took this as a good sign, although it was likely just a coincidence. As she walked down the path, twigs cracked beneath her feet as rocks crunched and got caught in the soles (Bottoms) of her shoes. As she approached the camp, she observed the cabins until she found hers (13).

She (Meg) opened the cabin door and observed that the only good open bunk (Top bunk, near window but not in direct path of wind, near door in case of emergency) was above a beautiful girl (Joselynn, as Meg would come to find out) who was sketching another beautiful girl. She (Meg) went over and climbed up to the (top) bunk and began unpacking her shower things (Soaps, towel, change of clothes), which she would need since she hadn't had time to shower that morning, for the same reason that her phone and laptop weren't in her bag (Her parents had rushed her to get ready since her alarm didn't go off, and she ended up being less efficient because of the stress and forgot things).

(Screw it, I'll double-post to keep this alive. Might be short.)

Meg picked up all the shower supplies, carrying them slowly to the shower building thing. She turned the knob, wincing at the cold before it got warm. Once she had thoroughly washed, she walked out, ignoring a stereotypical blonde 'mean girl' on her way back to her cabin.