As I entered the cabin, where the tented roof cast a slight blue tinge on everything, I nodded hello to the other girls, while gauging who would be cool to hang with. Most of my bunkmates looked like Book Arms, prep school brainiacs, or Socials so caught up in their outfits, you’d think this was the Academy Awards instead of camp. Not that I was all judgey and s**t, but I hoped there be someone to get high with.
I threw my sleeping bag on a top bunk near the window for dibs. If you didn’t do dibs right away, you might end up under a chick who snores Hella loud, or farts so bad you wake choking on the fumes. That’d been my fate two summers before and there was no way I was doing the bottom bunk again. It’s better to climb the metal railing to the top, where at least you could breathe.
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