Muses Cabin Leader Nomination Box

Kenz spotted the table. Was it right to nominate herself? She thought for a second, then smiled. She would make an okay Cabin Leader. No one else was putting any names in, so it would be better to break the ice than have no one running. She walked over to the table, scribbled her name, "Kenz Cummings" on a small piece of paper, and slid it into the box. She walked away and began thinking of good slogans that rhymed with Cummings.

I noticed something different in the cabin, but it took me awhile to find it: an intricately made wooden box. "Cabin Leader nominations?" I asked myself. That sounded pretty exciting. I thought for a minute; connections in my brain created. Would I make a good Cabin Leader? I thought to myself. I thought deeply on the matter and figured if I wasn't, then I wouldn't win. So I wrote Aubrey Drew on a piece of paper and put in the box and decided to let my fellow cabin mates decide if I would be a worthy Cabin Leader.

Blake stopped, perching her thin wrists on her boney hips. Her figure was small, but nothing less than determinded. Thinking of herself as a leader was odd, but maybe it was wahat she needed. Not many people knew her, and that may pose a problem. Ignoring her pestimistic thoughts, she wrote her name, Blake Rowe. Her handwriting curled across the page, a visible sign of her desire to be the cabin leader. Blake carefully folded the paper and dropped it into the box. She spun on her heel, and exited just as quietly as she had come.