I walked to the cafeteria in antipathy because I thought that everyone would make fun of me because I wasn't human and that I would be divergent from everyone else. Believe it or not, nobody cared! Everyone was much more interested in talking to their cabin mates.
When I sat down, I asked Mills, "Uh...you aren't bothered by this form, aren't you?" He said back, "What? Not at all! I couldn't care less! However...that doesn't mean...I...don't...care...about you...never mind!" After that, I asked Domi, "What's for breakfast?" He said, "Bacon. Today is Bacon Day."
Yes! Finally, some food that's not disgusting or raw or anything! Then, I got my plate of bacon. Oooh, that looks so good, I thought. I picked up a piece, held it towards my mouth, and put it in there. Only to find it covered in saliva and unchewed. Then, I put my hand in my mouth, felt in there, only to find that I had no teeth.
No! I thought. I can't live like this! I have to eat mushed-up baby food for the rest of my life! People will think that I have gingivitis, or worse, periodontitis! What is more bad is that Snivy usually have teeth, but I don't! I'm toothless!
After that, I went up to the camp instructors' table, and tapped Mr. Fetterhoff's shoulder. "Mr Fetterhoff?" I said. He immediately got up and turned to me. "Quel est-il, mon pote? What is it, buddy?" I then opened my mouth real wide, he looked around, and finally said, "Nous avons un problème. We have a problem. I'll alert the head chef." He went into the kitchen.
I wondered what I'll eat. Yogurt? Mashed potatoes? Anything mushed up? Then, Mr. Fetterhoff went out of the kitchen with a plate of something. "Je dois la solution. I have the solution." He handed me the plate. "I talked to the head chef. He says that he'll have a special menu just for you." He handed me the plate.
The food was scrambled eggs. I liked scrambled eggs, but not too much. I went back to the table and Southy pointed at my food and shouted, "What are those?" "What?" I exclaimed. "What are those?" he shouted. "What?" I said. "Never mind." he said.
Wait a second, I thought. I lost some of my hearing too? What's next, my smell? I smelled the eggs. I barely smelled anything. Yep, I'm doomed.
Seahorse read my mind. She said, "Mario, if you want to hear and smell more, you can keep some pairs of hearing and smelling aids!" She handed me what looked like a bent paper clip and a staple stapled onto a little box. I put the paper clip on my ear and the box up my nose. I said to Domi, "Whisper in my ear." he then whispered, "Tengo doce años." (That means, "I am twelve years old.") I could hear the Spanish message clearly. I smelled my eggs. I could smell better. "Hey! They worked!" I said. "Thanks, Seahorse!" "Two words: Seahorse Magic." she said back.
I couldn't have done it without Seahorse. Now, I could live my life like I was before the nightmare I had! Except that I had a tail. And an elongated nose. And I was green. I don't like green that much and it's my mom's favorite color, but I'm just going to let it go, like Elsa from the movie Frozen.
Then, Mr. Parker (He was the one who greeted me when I entered the camp) said that it was time to go into our four Indoor Classes. So, we all walked in a huge clump to the huts that our classes were in. I have Creative Writing for my first one, so I head into the Creative Writing hut. I hope the teachers won't notice, I thought. Then, I braced myself as I headed into the hut.
