10 Fiddling Around The next morning, the girls finally had to take their turn at the worst camp job assignment—breakfast cleanup, which meant helping the camp staff get the dishes ready to be washed after breakfast. Which meant dealing with half-eaten slop. Knowing cabin one had to clean up the mess, cabin two’s trays were especially disgusting. Marcus mixed his eggs with his milk. Conrad made a revolting statue out of his sausage and fruit. “Ew!” Missy said when she saw it. “That looks like a pile of vomit.” Just then one of the camp staff members came out of the kitchen with a bucket of fruit and vegetable scraps. “Does anyone want to take this out to the compost bin?” she asked. “I do!” Missy’s hand shot up. “I do!” Zee, Ally, Chloe, and Jen echoed. The staff member handed the bucket to Missy. “Sorry, guys,” Missy said. “I called it.” “Darn it!” Zee said. “I had no idea you cared so much about composting.” “Until this moment, neither did I.”
