TITLE: Camp Swirly: LOCATING THE LOST BUTT OF LITERAL LAND
GENRE: MG Fiction
As my head is dunked into the flushing toilet for the third time, I take a moment to reevaluate my decisions, mainly the decision to attend a camp called Camp Swirly. Sure, I should know better, swirly is in the name, but hey I am kid and they do not have high definition colored photographs of kids with their heads being dunked in toilets on the brochure they sent to the house. No, they have pictures of horseback riding, canoeing and swimming.
With my head out of the toilet, I take a deep breath and hold it in as I go in for the fourth time. I wish I had done a better job cleaning out the toilets this morning when I had bathroom duty. I just flushed once and swirled around a toilet brush. I wish I would have known this was coming so I could have made the toilet so clean they sparkle.
I am underwater but I hear the loud squeal of the whistle. Finally, one of the counselors here at Camp Swirly is saving me. It almost makes me wish I did not call the counselors a bunch of brain dead idiots this morning.
“Put him down,” Bear screams out. His voice echoes in the bathroom.
The counselors at Camp Swirly go by nicknames they pick for themselves. I guess Bear resembles his namesake because thick, dark hair covers every inch of his body.
McMillian lets go of my feet and they fall to the ground.