Gert. Ten years old, with long brown hair braided all the way down her back.

"You must have left the gate open, honey," Gert's mother was saying. "Your pet must have escaped somehow."

"No, I didn't!" young-Gert was sobbing. "You're lying, I know you're lying!"

In the real world, Gert sat down and put her chin in her hands. If this was all the room was going to throw at her, she could manage. She'd been through way worse by now.

[[open to camp 1!]]