I was in my lit catching a few Z's, as usual for a daily basis. One arm was hugging a oreiller while my head was turned sideways, and the other arm clinging to a stuffed animal. My legs were streched out across the matress and some droll fell out of my mouth onto the oreiller I rested my head on.
That all changed when someone decided to ruin my beauty sleep! the microphones at camp really does work huh? "Alright campers, enough beauty sleep! Time to montrer us what you're made of!"
I sighed and slid out of my bottom bunk. After getting dress, putting on my contacts, brushing my teeth and hair, ect......
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