"I'm Emily. Welcome to D-2," I said, shaking the new girl's hand.
"I'm Robyn," she told me. I gave her my most winning smile and pointed to the bed on the far right nearest the crates. Then I pointed to the top right crate.
"Those are mine," I told her. "You choose from whatever you want that's left." She took the crate on the top left and the bed next to mine. Once she had put her things away she sat on her bed and looked toward me. I was reading a magazine. I knew she was waiting for me to acknowledge her but I kept reading to see how long it would take her to say something. Yeah, I'm weird like that. Finally about five minutes later I grew impatient waiting and said, "Call me Thorne, not Emily," and put my magazine down beside me. I swung my feet around so they would touch the floor.
"OK," she said. I grinned. I liked being able to boss people around so easily. I was extremely manipulative then. Robyn (Robyn Sienna, as Mr. Pendanski told me later) was average all around with a baby-face. I couldn't help but think she wouldn't make it past the fifth day of camp.
Me? I don't have a baby-face but I'm pale and scrawny enough to trick you into thinking I'm weak. I'm a lot stronger than I look. I look like I couldn't harm a fly, but if you let me grab your wrist you'll be on the floor in seconds, but I try not to let me temper get bad enough to do that. I have a terrible temper.