Austin walked in to his old cabin and saw that his bunk had been left alone. Yes the Harpies had cleaned it but it was still there and no one had claimed it as their's. That was good because Austin would have been forced to pummel someone if they had taken his bunk. The son of Nike sat down and put his head in his hands while the sheen of sweat on his bare torso dried. He hadn't been in this cabin since he had seen Constance last and his throat was starting to tighten up. Austin suddenly wondered if his former girlfriend, they had never broken up but he had left, was still at Camp and if she even remembered him.
Subject: Austin's bunk 
1/7/2011, 8:27 pm