The Boy Who Called Me Songbird

Chapter 5~ Sherlock and Watson

Hello all! 

Here's the next chapter and as always I hope you all enjoy! 

Sorry for taking so long. Things have been a little crazy around here!

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Kisses! 

Laura <3

Willow's POV

I walked to breakfast with a skip in my step, feeling a lot lighter than I have in a long time. It was like I was dragging a giant weight attached to my foot and Ferrior just taken a huge chunk out of it.

I didn't know what it was about talking to him, but I liked it.

I walked into the Mess Hall and I sat down at my usual table with my sleepy bunkmates. Lilly was staring at her coffee in a sleep-deprived faze, Bea was yawning and scratching her head sleepily and Max was out cold on the table, her hair sticking out in all directions. She looked like a furry, brown and red porcupine.

"Where were you this morning Willybilly?" she asked, rubbing her eyes lazily, "Out by the lake again beating up cute boys?"

"Oh shut up!" I nudged her with my shoulder, "I don't beat people up! That's totally Max's specialty!"

Max suddenly jolted up from her cat nap with a yelp yelling, "I didn't do it!" before slumping back onto the table and letting out a loud snore.

I stared at her in disbelief, "What's up with Max?"

"They don't have her favorite energy drink," Bea explained, "Without her morning energy drink she turns into a sleep-deprived zombie. 

"Yeeesh," I said, "maybe she should think about actually sleeping at night instead of staying up late reading X-men comics?"

"I doubt that she will," she sighed, shaking her head, "She's a stubborn one."

I went up and got a blueberry muffin and a bottle of orange juice at the breakfast counter. I decided not to tell the twins about my meeting with Ferrior- at least not for a little while. It's not that I had anything against them, seriously, I loved them both, but Bea was a bit of a gossip queen and if i told her then I was sure that the entire camp would know by nightfall. I know that Max wouldn't tell anyone but she would never let me live it down.

I sat back down at the table next to a half-asleep Lilly and concluded that if I was going to tell any of my bunkmates it would have to be her.

She yawned sleepily and downed the rest of her coffee. 

I'll tell her during guitar class, I chuckled, She should be awake by then.

After breakfast, Lilly and I headed over to the instrument class room for our instrumental studies class. Max and Bea thought that this class was boring and a waste of time so they didn't enroll in it. We were about half way through the class when Keith came to talk to us about our final projects that were mandatory for the camp.

"Okay guys!" he said cheerfully, "You're going to write a musical composition and submit it to me by the end of camp. It can be a group project, but each person has to play a part in some way, as in singing, or drumming, or guitaring, et cetera. Don't push this thing off. Remember, the camp sends home a 'report card' for your parents so they can see what you've learned and this is really important. We are going to have a performance at the end of camp where you can display your work for your parents and peers."

I groaned along with half of the rest of the class. I hated talent shows. In 7th grade, I tried out for the school talent show with my best friend. We had a really good audition, but the one judge's daughter beat us. They said that it was completely unbiased and that they just had a really good run that day. I actually ended up feeling bad for the girl and her friends because they completely blew it at the actual show. Well, I guess what goes around comes around!