Part 1 -
I was eighteen when this story happened.
The Girl Scouts were aged between nine and thirteen.
I thought it would be a breeze, but I was horribly wrong.
We met up at the local church, where the Girl Scout group held their meetings.
A large coach was parked outside, and I walked over to my dad's friend, Matthew, who was helping the driver pack the girls' bags into the coach's luggage area.
Matthew told me to go and grab the last few bags from inside, where the girls were waiting.
I jogged inside and found the only bags left were that of Group F.
The Girl Scouts in this Troop were divided into groups.
Each group had a varying number of younger scouts, and was lead by at least one experienced scout.
Group F was lead by 13 year old Monica, my friend's little sister.
She was a pretty girl, with long red hair and a smile that could melt your heart.
She was also quite bossy and commanding, and a feminist to boot.
As leader of Group F, Monica was responsible for three younger scouts.
There were eleven year old twins Poppy and Tina, both pretty brunettes.
That said, Tina, the more adventurous of the two, had dyed her hair black as part of her "goth" phase.
Poppy, on the other hand, was more sporty than gothy.
The final girl in the group was sweet little Lily, a ten year old blonde who was absolutely adorable.
She was super girly and loved nothing more than skipping over to me in the middle of meets to show me the drawing she had done.
When Monica saw me coming over, she sighed.
"At last. Come on, pick up our bags."
I rolled my eyes, but this bossy tone wasn't uncommon for Monica.
The other girls giggled as I made my way to the bus, laden down by Group F's bags.
Eventually, however, I dumped them in the cargo hold.
Once that was done, us adults organised the girls into their groups on the bus.
Matthew would be at the front.
Another assistant would be in the middle.
I would be in the middle seat of the back row.
Surrounded by the girls of Group F.