“Caydence Brendon, please come to my office immediately, please.”

Miss Goddard's prim voice sounded over the camp's PA, causing KD to roll her eyes. What could that old bat want now? She'd been in the middle of unsuccessfully weaving a poncho for Arias and gave one final look at the loom before she abandoned it. If she had time after this she could come back and try to keep going, though the pattern was off and it looked like something from a toddler's drawing than an artistically inclined teenager.

Obviously a loom was not her medium.

It wasn't often people were called to the main office. That meant trouble at home, which she doubted. Her mom and dad were predictable and boring. She contemplated what was happening as she walked across camp to the main building. Miss Goddard's office was a small cabin near the mess hall that most people did not want to go into. It was usually never good news.

She found as she arrived that this was no exception.

KD pulled the screen door open and saw Miss Goddard sitting behind her desk. She considered her camp the finishing school of summer camps, an appeal to all of the more proper parents. She wasn't sure how anyone fell for that considering they still swam in a lake and did dorky camp stuff like make lanyards and drink bug juice. Maybe the rules were a little more strict, but still...

“Have a seat please, Caydence.”

KD obediently took a seat in front of the owner and waited patiently for the point of all of this. She was shown a few things that she'd signed as herself, KD, and not the Caydence Miss Goddard preferred. She knew the problem but at the moment was going to feign ignorance.

“I don't understand.”

“The problem here, Miss Brendon, is that I don't know anyone named KD. They're letters, not a name, and no one at this camp has those initials.”

“I don't like Caydence. It's too...formal.”

“Nevertheless it's the name on your birth certificate and the one society will know you as,”

“Now hold on! When I'm a famous artist everyone will know me as KD.”

“Please don't interrupt.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's quite alright. To continue, though, I must ask that you conform to the rules of this camp. We have a problem with this every year. I know you are a headstrong girl but while you are here you must obey the rules of this camp.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, another thing Miss Goddard considered unattractive. Normally she loved camp. The people were friendly and she enjoyed archery more than anything else. She tried to conform to most of the other rules about conduct but her name was a point of contention that had not yet been mastered.

“I'll try, Miss Goddard.”