i Julia Jean Rooks ii 19 iii single tagged; other campers, Zeus
Julia slowly lifted her head off of her pillow as she heard the banging on the cabin door. She didn't groan, but instead pulled at the skin beneath her eyes, rubbing them while she was at it. Whenever Julia slept someplace new, she couldn't sleep very well the first night. Last night, she had been tossing and turning in her sleep, unable to let her mind fall blank, so she wasn't quite sure how much she slept. Julia quickly threw on a black hoodie, some jeggings, and a pair of light-blue converse and patted her dog Zeus on the head. He awoke with a start, all of his energy already flowing into his limbs. She sighed. "I wish I was more like you in the mornings." She laughed as he ran in circles around her legs. He was obviously ready to get outside! Julia didn't bother leashing Zeus up. She had trained him to stay by her side unless she commanded him not to. She had all the time in the world at her house. She walked out of the cabin, Zeus right behind her. She stopped when she saw how many other people were mingling outside. She shuffled her feet nervously before letting the large group pass ahead of her, she herself falling behind. Julia pulled her hoodie up as she looked at her shoes, the occasional Zeus getting in her way and almost tripping her. She smiled and bent down on one knee to fluff up his red fur. She had gotten Zeus about three years before. He was a shelter dog, and Julia thought it was better to help an animal in need than to buy a breeded one. She had paid for Zeus herself, and spent a pretty penny on him too. But it was worth it.
When she reached the food, she grabbed a few handfuls of bacon (for Zeus) and threw some eggs and hash browns on her own plate. She sat down at one of the empty tables left, near the end of the windows, and looked out towards the stable. Her heart beat quickly as she felt the urge to run out there and ride Frappuccino, her beloved Gypsy horse. Like Zeus, Julia payed for Frappuccino herself, spending every last penny she could find. Her parents were stern when it came to money. She ate her food quietly, occasionally throwing a peace of bacon on the floor for Zeus.