My cabin was, once again, an utter pigsty.
Clothes were stacked as high as the sky. I didn't know which ones were clean, or which were absolutely filthy. My bed had a huge lump in the middle, the floor had candy wrappers spread all across the floor. Even the ceiling was dirty, which, I can tell you, takes a lot of practice.
I wish Tyson were here to clean up after me. I think the other campers are starting to notice my cabin's smell pattern.
Anyway, so I was gazing at my room's lack of beauty, when I heard a small, "Um,…"
I spun around to see Cabin 10's very own, Piper McLean, heroine of many things, standing in the doorway with her inspection clipboard, staring in shock.
She took a few tentative steps in to my home-sweet-home, she eyes taking it all in. She looked back at me.
"I'm giving you a 1 for obvious reasons," she said primly, her eyes still on my collection of cobwebs, backing slowly out of my cabin.
Her pretty face turned a not-so pretty shade of green when she caught sight of Harold and Bernice, the cabin rats who had so many children, I forget all of their names. She ran out.
Harold cocked his head and twitched his nose while Bernice squeaked in displeasure. I fully agreed.