First Week Challenge #1:
“In the end of our first day at Camp Crescendo, the girls in my Brownie troop had decided to kick the asses of each and every girl in Brownie troop 909.” It was not because they were nerds, it was because they had tried to show us who was boss. And we weren’t okay with their decision on who the bosses should be. Troop 909 had moved into the bunkhouse across from ours, and they spend the first day standing at our door telling us where to put our uniforms, and how to make our beds, and how we weren’t allowed to have our secret stash of Oreo’s hidden in our trunks. How did they find out about our Oreos?! Even our counselor was fed up with them. No matter how many times she tried to shoo them away, they would come back five minutes later with an additional member of their snotty little troop. It wasn’t until the dinner bell rang when we finally had some alone time from the constant snootiness of our neighboring troop. We sat down across the dining hall from them, and started plotting on how to get back at each and every one of them.
“I say we put shaving cream in their beds,” suggested Pam.
“Oh yea? Where are we going to get shaving cream if none of us are old enough to shave yet?” retorted Lisa. Lisa did have a point. We all stared down at the shiny hair sticking off of our legs, and decided to keep brainstorming.
“What about planting paraphernalia in their bunkhouse and getting them busted?” suggested Mary Jo, our inner city gal.
“What is ‘par-ee-fin-al-ee-ah’?” asked Pam. We all looked at Mary Jo in agreement. This group of ten year olds is almost as naive as one can get.
“Oh never mind. It’s not like we have any anyways. It was just a thought,” replied Mary Jo.
“How about we beat them up?” I suggested with a shrug.
“Yea! And we do it one at a time!” Lisa exclaimed.
“And only one girl a night! We’ll trick ‘em into a dark quiet place and do it there!” Mary Jo said.
“Wow,” says Pam, “I wish I could be as smart as Kari. I think she should be in charge of this.” The other girls nodded in agreement, all staring at me expectantly. With a nervous knot growing in my stomach, I slowly nod my head in agreement to our nasty little plan.
And that is how we decided to beat up the girls of Brownie troop 909 before we had even been at Camp Crescendo an entire day.
