LYRA’S POV
“Lyra,”
I looked up as the school principal walked towards my small cubicle at the corner of the teachers’ staff room.
“Hey, Ronald. What is it?” I asked, setting my pen in the middle of my book and closing it, as I stood on my feet.
“Have you heard of the Camp-Out that has been scheduled for the kids this week?” Ronald asked, folding his arms and leaning against the edge of the table.
I nodded, “Yes. Mrs. Elara filled me in. I also showed my interest in partaking in the arrangements.”
He beamed, “That's good. And how do you intend to help? The kids would be leaving the pack in three days and we'd be there for two days before returning.”
I nodded, “I was thinking that we'd have the kitchen make snacks that we can give to the kids during the camp out, also carriages t
