First Sentane Blog Journal

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. Those little bitches stole our customers. Everything east of 10th street was our troops zone, and where did we find 909? All the way down to 23rd and Main! Being head browning I knew I had to do something to show that I could handle this. I couldn't let my little brownie followers think I was weak. So I devised my plan. We would wait outside Birch Hall, where 909 was shacked up, and when they came out we would ambush them.

My plan would have work great had those overachieving 909 girls been in Birch Hall while we waited outside in the dark. After waiting for over an hour for the girls to come out to go to the camps night activity and seeing no sign of life, we mosied on back to out own cabin only see 909 returning to camp with more cookie order forms filled out! This was it, I yelled out things no 9 year old should even know. My girls charged ahead at the 909 girls in some sort of red rover fashion. I'm not quite sure how we did it but we rounded up their frightened little group and began to circle them. I can't remember who started it but before I knew it we were spitting on them and kicking dust up in their faces. Lord knows where the adults were, but this was about to get out of control. Before long one of the other troops girls got the bright idea to try and break free from our cattle ring we had going with them. The brawl began. Hair was pulled. Skin was bitten. Brownie uniform badges were torn. This was madness. I had to look tough though. I was the top dog. I grabbed a girl by the hair and drug her across the ground. I started kicking her. A bright light shown and I could see what I was doing better. I kept on going. The camp counselors finally decided to check on us. Wow, to see the looks on their faces.