Girl Scout Camp/Arrival
From Create Your Own Story
It’s a warm, clear day in early summer. You hear the quiet of nature all around you as you stand with the other staff members watching the arrival of the scouts to their weekend campout. You see a line of cars, each dropping off a young Girl Scout somewhere between 17 and 19 years old carrying what they’ll need for the next two days. Their mothers give them a hug before entrusting their daughter’s care to you.
And in your mind, you are only thinking about how to ensure that trust is misplaced.
‘It’s not like I’m going to rape anyone,’ you think to yourself. ‘I’m just here to provide a service to these girls in need.’ These young, innocent, vibrant, attractive girls.
Yes, this is going to be a good weekend.
The campsite itself is a single large multi-purpose building that can be used for storage, cooking, or various indoor activities, a large clearing surrounded by woods on two sides and a beach bordering a lake on the far side. The park itself is several acres in size and there are trails that wind all through the woods and hills of the area.
The thirty scouts gather in a group in front of you as Mrs. Lowenstern, the troop leader, welcomes everyone to Wilderness Point and hopes everyone will have a fun time. She then asks the girls to form pairs, go over to the gathering building and pick up a tent. Then select a campsite and put the tent up.
“You’d better get those tents put together quickly because you’re not having lunch until they’re up,” she warns. “Besides, you’ll need a private place to change into your swimsuits for this afternoon.” As the girls run off to get their tents, Mrs. Lowenstern turns to you. “Thanks for helping us fill in. I know it was such short notice.”
“I’m glad I could help,” you reply, keeping the real reason that you’re here to yourself.
"Have you had a chance to meet the other counselors? Mira, Jim come here and meet the new counselor"
Mira steps out from behind a group of campers and meekly offers her hand to shake. As quickly as she appeared she scampers off back to the group.
Jim looks as interesting as his name suggests. He shakes your hand and introduces himself, but he is quickly pulled away by a camper, Emily, begging him for help with her tent.
Mrs. Lowenstein turns back to you. “I hope you know how to put these tents together since we’ll each have one of our own.”
“I’ve been camping a few times. I shouldn’t have any trouble.”
“Oh, good. When you’re done with your tent, can you see if any of the other girls need help?” she asks.
“Sure,” you nod. You head over and pick up your tent. You look at where the girls are setting up. Most of them are spaced fairly far apart and all of them seem to be quite a distance from the main building and the tents of the other staff members.
You pick out a spot away from the rest of the staff, but still a respectable distance from most of the girls’ tents and quickly have your tent assembled. You decide to see how the others are coming with their tents.
