Outside, it was quiet except for the sounds of chirping birds. The silence was abruptly pierced by the muffled ring of Mitchie’s alarm clock. Mitchie shoved her hand under her pillow to silence the buried clock. She looked around. Ella stirred slightly but fell back to sleep. The coast clear, Mitchie jumped from her bed, grabbed some clothes, and began to tiptoe past the sleeping girls. Accidentally, her knee bumped Ella’s cot. Ella raised her head, her eyes squinty. “Mitchie?” “Uh … you’re dreaming … you’re a rock princess,” Mitchie whispered in a soothing voice. This pleased Ella, who smiled sleepily. “Okay, I rock,” she said before her head dropped heavily back onto her pillow. Mitchie let out a sigh of relief and made her way out of the cabin and down the path to the kitchen. She had work to do. A short while later, a line of hungry campers snaked around the mess hall. Slipping out the back unnoticed, Mitchie made her way around to the front, where she joined the impatient throng.
