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straight for the sink. When I return to our side of the cabin, I discover that my bunkmates are back in bed. “I thought it was cleanup,” I say.
“That's code for extended sleep,” Alison explains from beneath her duvet.
Fine by me. I kick off my sneakers, climb up my ladder, disappear under my covers, and fall right asleep. It must be the cold air that's making me so tired.
Deb bangs on the wall. “Girls, you've got to get up.”
No one moves or responds.
“I'm serious! You know Janice is going to bust my butt if this place is a mess. I made you a work wheel”—
Alison and Morgan both groan. Slightly curious about what's causing all this groaning, I peek through my covers. Deb is sitting on Poodles' bed, holding up some sort of red and yellow wheel-thingy.
—“that tells you what your chores are. I have sweep, dustpan, bathroom, porch, and free. ‘Kay? And Penelope made the same one for fifteen except it has cubbies instead of porch, and two frees.”
Our work wheel looks like pizza pie with five slices. Our names have been written in block letters around the wheel. “Today, Poodles, you have sweep; Rachel has dustpan; Alison, bathroom; Morgan's on porch; and, Carly, you're free.”
Carly cheers. “More sit-ups for me!”
No fair! Each of us gets excused from chores one out of every five days, but in fifteen, two of them are excused every six days, which means the girls in fifteen end up being free 33.3 percent of the time while we're only free 20 percent of the time! Humph. But I don't say anything. I wouldn't want the others to think I'm some kind of math geek.
“We'll get up in five minutes,” Poodles says. “Hey, Debs, why don't you go check the schedule to see what activities
we have today? Tell Janice that we want to have sailing.”
“Definitely,” Morgan says. “Harris is hot.”
Poodles nods. “Since he's a leader for canoe trips, I'd like to put in a request for an overnight.”
“One day at a time,” Deb says, heading toward the door. “I'll go see what I can do, but you have to get out of bed.”
Poodles plants her feet firmly on the floor. “No worries, I'm up.” As soon as Deb leaves the bunk, Poodles giggles and gets back under her frilly covers.
We all go back to sleep for another ten minutes, then we hear, “Guys! You promised you'd clean up! We have our swim tests in ten minutes!”
Swim test? So soon after breakfast? Is that legal? Anyway, people should be prohibited from using the word test during the summer months. I wonder if I can wish that up?
“Boooo!” says Poodles. “I told you I wanted sailing.”
“Unfortunately, Janice makes the schedule, not you, Poodles. If you want sailing so badly, choose it as one of your electives.”
“When do those start?” Alison asks.
“In the next few days. Today: swimming tests, then drama, pottery, lunch washup, lunch, rest hour, soccer, tennis, snack, and then general swim, or ‘GS.’ So throw on your bathing suit and sunscreen and grab a towel.”
Poodles shakes her long blond hair. “I can't take my swim test today anyway. I have my period.”
Why didn't I think of that?
“Me too,” says Carly.
“Me three?” I try.
Deb laughs. “You are such little liars,” she says, standing up and stretching her arms above her.
“I swear, I do!” insists Poodles.
“What, you've never heard of tampons?” Deb asks.
Poodles pulls her covers tightly around her. “But I have cramps.”
“Exercise is good for cramps,” Deb says.
Poodles exaggerates an eyebrow raise. “I assume you'll be joining us in the lake?”
“Not on your life,” Deb says, laughing.
“Way to lead by example,” Poodles grumbles.
“Wait till you guys see my new bikini,” Morgan says, slipping on her flip-flops. “I look like a Victoria's Secret model.”
Carly snorts. “I think you have to be taller to be a Victoria's Secret model.”
Morgan wags her finger. “Watch it, or your penguin teddy bear is going to
“That's code for extended sleep,” Alison explains from beneath her duvet.
Fine by me. I kick off my sneakers, climb up my ladder, disappear under my covers, and fall right asleep. It must be the cold air that's making me so tired.
Deb bangs on the wall. “Girls, you've got to get up.”
No one moves or responds.
“I'm serious! You know Janice is going to bust my butt if this place is a mess. I made you a work wheel”—
Alison and Morgan both groan. Slightly curious about what's causing all this groaning, I peek through my covers. Deb is sitting on Poodles' bed, holding up some sort of red and yellow wheel-thingy.
—“that tells you what your chores are. I have sweep, dustpan, bathroom, porch, and free. ‘Kay? And Penelope made the same one for fifteen except it has cubbies instead of porch, and two frees.”
Our work wheel looks like pizza pie with five slices. Our names have been written in block letters around the wheel. “Today, Poodles, you have sweep; Rachel has dustpan; Alison, bathroom; Morgan's on porch; and, Carly, you're free.”
Carly cheers. “More sit-ups for me!”
No fair! Each of us gets excused from chores one out of every five days, but in fifteen, two of them are excused every six days, which means the girls in fifteen end up being free 33.3 percent of the time while we're only free 20 percent of the time! Humph. But I don't say anything. I wouldn't want the others to think I'm some kind of math geek.
“We'll get up in five minutes,” Poodles says. “Hey, Debs, why don't you go check the schedule to see what activities
we have today? Tell Janice that we want to have sailing.”
“Definitely,” Morgan says. “Harris is hot.”
Poodles nods. “Since he's a leader for canoe trips, I'd like to put in a request for an overnight.”
“One day at a time,” Deb says, heading toward the door. “I'll go see what I can do, but you have to get out of bed.”
Poodles plants her feet firmly on the floor. “No worries, I'm up.” As soon as Deb leaves the bunk, Poodles giggles and gets back under her frilly covers.
We all go back to sleep for another ten minutes, then we hear, “Guys! You promised you'd clean up! We have our swim tests in ten minutes!”
Swim test? So soon after breakfast? Is that legal? Anyway, people should be prohibited from using the word test during the summer months. I wonder if I can wish that up?
“Boooo!” says Poodles. “I told you I wanted sailing.”
“Unfortunately, Janice makes the schedule, not you, Poodles. If you want sailing so badly, choose it as one of your electives.”
“When do those start?” Alison asks.
“In the next few days. Today: swimming tests, then drama, pottery, lunch washup, lunch, rest hour, soccer, tennis, snack, and then general swim, or ‘GS.’ So throw on your bathing suit and sunscreen and grab a towel.”
Poodles shakes her long blond hair. “I can't take my swim test today anyway. I have my period.”
Why didn't I think of that?
“Me too,” says Carly.
“Me three?” I try.
Deb laughs. “You are such little liars,” she says, standing up and stretching her arms above her.
“I swear, I do!” insists Poodles.
“What, you've never heard of tampons?” Deb asks.
Poodles pulls her covers tightly around her. “But I have cramps.”
“Exercise is good for cramps,” Deb says.
Poodles exaggerates an eyebrow raise. “I assume you'll be joining us in the lake?”
“Not on your life,” Deb says, laughing.
“Way to lead by example,” Poodles grumbles.
“Wait till you guys see my new bikini,” Morgan says, slipping on her flip-flops. “I look like a Victoria's Secret model.”
Carly snorts. “I think you have to be taller to be a Victoria's Secret model.”
Morgan wags her finger. “Watch it, or your penguin teddy bear is going to
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