Snippet #2311582

Isabelle
Isabelle wasn't really asleep, but she sure looked like it. Really, she just liked laying there, unmoving. Suddenly, a loud voice was asking if they wanted to meet the boys. Vaguely, Isabelle acknowledged that she heard doors opening to another cabin outside, so she knew some of them were there. Opening only one eye, Isabelle peered at the girl who spoke with a blank expression for several moments before shrugging. "Why not," she mumbled, opening her other eye and slowly sitting up. But, before she could even stand a woman barged in yelling some greeting. Isabelle groaned, falling back onto her bed. Camp counselors..
Alex
Alex was eying the new boy who had just came in. He had a guitar also, which Alex thought was pretty cool, but something was weird about him. As soon as he was settled, he began to draw something Alex couldn't see. One's drawing and one's reading... I thought I was anti social. "Hey, you play?" he asked the newcomer, actually curious. It was nice to meet someone else who could play, since everyone he knew couldn't play music. He was alone, in that sense.