Beware of Best Friends
(The Horrors of Girl Scouting)
by Terri Leventhal, age 9, from US
i! My name
and I am a Girl Scout, a Brownie. Every Monday
after school, my girl scout troop and I walk to Girl Scouts. My troop leader is
Ms Schiavo. Mrs. Kardes helps her out. My two best friends, Jenny and Karen
are in my troop. There are seven other girls in my troop. Their names are:
Ashley, Caitlin, Jennifer, Jen, Kate, Emily, and Regina.
One day at Brownies, Ms. Schiavo said, "We are going on a camping trip."
We all cheered. Ms. Schiavo told us what we should bring on the trip and what
to do and not to do. Then she said, "Now I will give you your jobs. Teri you
will clean the Don Jons near the river." Everybody laughed and pointed at me.
I blushed. Suddenly, a car horn sounded and startled us. Ms. Schiavo said not
to be frightened. The horn was from the bus that was taking us to camp. We all
ran out of the house and onto the bus.
Once we were all settled in and the bus left the driveway, Ms. Schiavo
said, "The tents we will be sleeping in are on the ground so we will be using
mats to sleep on." We passed a sign that said CAMPGROUND, NO TRESPASSERS
Soon the bus parked
and we all ran out. Everybody except for myself ran
into the tent. I went to clean the Don Jons down by the river. I was almost
there when I heard a voice say, "Hey you! Come over here!"