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                              3rd person POV
                              A week had passed since the auditions, and since only things of little significance had happened, it had been hard for anyone to distract themselves from the upcoming cast list release. The promise of the posting of the cast list at dinner tonight, paired with a mystery announcement, was enough to have everyone excited. The anticipation was dealt with in different ways, though. 
                              Space refused to talk about the play at all. Out of sight, out of mind. Or something like that. Eva, however, was the opposite, refusing to talk about anything other than the play. Almost like she thought she could annoy Rayane enough to release cast lists early.
                              Others handled it in ways that seemed unrelated, like Clara's incessant joking and Chloe's incessant insults, followed up by a quick "just kidding".
                              Ava and Amelia both threw themselves at other activities, Amelia writing ten out of the twenty-four articles for the camp newspaper, and Ava working non-stop on her misled, though well intentioned, plan.
                              Kara was the only one to truly not care, even though all the girls claimed they would be happy with whatever part they got. She just watched the insanity unfold around her. And unfold it did.
                              Within the first two days, Clara had gotten a nasty cough that had gotten her whole cabin sick. Not sick enough to get out of activities, but sick enough that it made running around a field in 100 degree heat just that much worse. Amelia, of course, freaked out that some councilor would hear her with her croaky voice, think her audition was a fluke, and not give her a big part in the musical. Kara thought this was stupid, but decided not to comment. She also decided not to comment when Space and Eva talked about their hopes of getting McNamara and Duke, respectively. Kara (and everyone else at camp) knew Space would get Duke and Eva would get McNamara, but it felt rude to say it aloud. 
                              On day three, the prank war had been reinstated with Chloe stealing the toilet paper from the Cassiopeia cabin, and Kara coming up with the idea of re-stealing the toilet paper, and using it to TP the cabin. 
                              On day four, there was a soccer tournament: boys against girls. Girls won, mostly because of Eva distracting Avery, the boys' star player, but if you asked Clara or Chloe, they would have called it pure talent. 
                              On day five and six, nothing happened except the girl's usual electives. 
                              On day seven, today, each girl woke up with a sense of anticipation greater than ever before. By the end of this day, something that would greatly affect their summer, for better of worse, would be decided.
                              Sky's POV
                              I like secrets. A lot. What everybody else views as a innocent gossip session, I view as my life source. 
                              Okay. that was dramatic. But, I did like secrets. It was interesting how you could ruin somebody's life with spilling a secret they told you. And those people whose lives you ruined would come back and tell you another life-threatening secret. Or at least social-life threatening.
                              Maybe I wouldn't be this way if people didn't tell me their secrets. All the "nice girls" who said I was toxic would do the same thing in my situation, if people actually liked them enough to tell them things. But no, it wasn't about being nice, not really. There was just a certain quality about some people that made them not necessarily likable, but made people have the desire to be liked by them. I couldn't count the number of times I got the secrets of people who apparently hated me. 
                              But enough about secrets. If I talk about them too much, I'll get consumed by them. Or at least that what my bullshit therapist told me. I didn't need one, but apparently my mom found it appropriate after I was forced to leave schools four times due to no one liking me. 
                                      
                                   
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