Old School ( PDFDrive )

Everybody started picking out their bunks, and
that’s when I found out why everyone had such
big bags.
I had just assumed the bedding would be taken
care of, but I guess that was too much to hope
for at a place like this.
The closest thing I had to a pillow was my hoodie,
which already smelled like Rodrick’s ham sandwich.
It was hard finding a mattress without any
weird stains on it. I picked a top bunk because
I couldn’t risk being underneath Julian in case he
wet the bed.
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