The cab had hardly rolled to a stop before Gwen had undone her seatbelt, thanked and paid the cabbie, and popped out of the car. She retrieved her own belongings from the trunk: a large duffel and a volleyball which had been white, though years of love had tinged it cream. The girl was acutely glad to see the cab pull away; she'd been missing the driver's seat of her old pick-up throughtout the ride from the airport. Taking a deep breath, the girl started over to the Activities Center as an excited grin tugged at her lips.
She was greeted and asked her name by an extremely cheerful receptionist. "Swanson," the camper replied, flashing a pleasant smile of her own, "Gwen Swanson." In a moment, her name had been entered into a computer and she had received her cabin assignment and key.
"Have a great time, and don't lose that key!" the receptionist called after Gwen, who was already trotting out the door.
Without turning back, the girl tossed her hand out in a thumbs up to acknowledge the instructions, then continued off in search of cabin 2. She passed a couple of other campers, who she smiled and nodded to, before she finally reached her residence for the summer. Gwen burst inside, already grinning in anticipation of her roommates.
"Hey!" she said to the only other person in the room, a girl who looked pretty nice. "I'm Gwen." She crossed the room and threw her stuff down on a vacant bed in the corner as she continued her introduction. "I guess you can call me Swanson, if you want. My teammates do. That's my name, after all, Gwen Swanson." The girl turned to face her roommate once more, smiling and beginning to approach her for a hand shake. "What should I call you?"