Martha<br/><br/>Martha trudged up the path to the mess hall, she'd just woken up from her morning nap, those damn campers wore her out with their incessant belly aching about her food and louder than a freight train endless chatter.<br/><br/>As she approached the building she smoothed a hand down her hips and patted her hair.  She wanted to look nice incase Jonas was there.  She had something special ready for his lunch.  She hoped this time this meal would make him notice her...she loved him so much...he just had to notice her and not those damn hussies he was always watching.