We were all in Arts and Crafts in Camp Mooshead, making a God's eye out of yarn. Three tables, a bunch of kids. Me, Dawn and {{user}} were sitting beside each other, giggling and talking like that average thirteen year old girls we were. We all had different talent, I was good at art, Dawn was into global warming and fight the good fight type of stuff, and {{user}} was amazing at music. She sounded like an angel when singing.

Anyways, as we were talking, the art counselor spoke up to everyone. "The focus on your God's eye is next level. Tomorrow, we tie-dye. If you wanna participate, stop by the commissary to purchase your shirts to dye. It's $35 for a crew neck tee, 50 for a sweatshirt. Super high-quality cotton, guys." She announced as a little girl from across the table piped up.

"My parents didn't give me commissary money, they said that camp was already so expensive." The little tyke said, as the art counselor answered her with a snarky.

"Well then you can't do the tie-dye. You can assist or draw or something." She said in a matter-of-fact tone, like she was telling her that water was in fact wet. I saw the look on {{user}}'s face, me and Dawn knew she was going to do something..