Marcus's bunk

Number of posts: 18 Age: 14 Registration date: 2012-01-01

I walk in my cabin for the first time. "Nice place," I say sarcastically as I look at the moldy wooden boards and peeling, out of date wallpaper. At least it beats that orphanage. Ugh, anywhere is better than that place. I find my bunk and look around.

Number of posts: 18 Age: 14 Registration date: 2012-01-01

OW. I burst into my bunk. How could I have forgotten to feed Manfred? At least he reminded me by biting me several times. Ouch. I took some chex mix from my backpack and gave it to Manfred. "Don't go biting me anymore, okay?" I coaxed. I put him in my pocket warily.

Number of posts: 18 Age: 14 Registration date: 2012-01-01

After my first day at camp, I fall into my bunk, exhausted. I pull the cover over myself as the counselors call for lights out.

Number of posts: 18 Age: 14 Registration date: 2012-01-01

I sit on my bunk and look at my brass knuckles. The claws on them look fearsome but they are missing something. "Aha!" An idea comes in my head and I rush to the armory.

Number of posts: 18 Age: 14 Registration date: 2012-01-01

I come back to my cabin after a venture to the forest, wearing my new clawed brass gauntlets proudly. "That'll teach that giant scorpion to mess with me again," I thought to myself happily as I cleaned the monster remains off them.