#WAS THIS ANYBODY ELSES EXPERIECNE

[ibroughtyoumybullets]

>be me >12 years old or whatever the fuck >in girl scouts because my mother wouldnt let me quit >even tho i was farrrrrrrrrr too #cool and #edgy to be doing girl scouts  >troop gets invited to a sleepover of a bunch of regional troops at a big, nice mall about an hour away >excited about possibilities for Mischief and Cool Girl Activities  >(secretly excited because sleeping in a mall is different and fun. dont tell anybody tho) >while stores are open buy some too short light wash jean low rise shorts from sears because this was like 2010  >change into them and wear them around because i want to disappoint the troop moms because im #too cool for school >(i am 12) >have to do #dorky activities most of the night but they’re not really supervised and for the most part they just let us roam around >bummed because none of the stores were open after close (duh) because i didn’t know how retail worked >there are no opportunities for mischief because again. its just a closed mall with a bunch of pre-teen girls and tired mothers >it is march, for some reason, so i have a basketball championship the next day >get bored pretty early on (like. 11pm. which is early because i am 12 and sooooo cool and grown up) >decide to go to bed >in a sleeping bag >on a mall floor >literally just on the floor. in a mall.  >ew.  >cant sleep because sleeping bag on hard linoleum.  >also cant sleep because the MALL DIDN’T TURN OFF ANY OF THE LIGHTS OR MUSIC >LIKE. THEY PLAYED “ATTENTION SHOPPERS...” ANNOUNCEMENTS ALL NIGHT >get #angery because i am 12.  >complain to my friends about this.  >complain some more. >complain even more and louder about the other girls around us who wouldn’t shut up and go to sleep >throw some dirty looks.  >this is my mean girls moment. dont they know im the regina george here. >(i was not regina george. i was barely fuckin janis ian) >don’t they know i have a very important intermural basketball championship tomorrow.  >get fed up and try to go find whoever the fuck is in charge of this thing >find some exhausted and confused regional girl scout director and ANGRILY demand they shut the lights off >she has to tell a hormonal little freak that she isn’t in charge of the lights or music and no, there is no mall worker there to shut them off.  >#ANGERY >go back to the sleeping bag. on the floor. in the mall.  >rile up the other girls in my area who are now starting to also get tired and annoyed that they can’t sleep >i am the mockingjay. fire is catching. this is my revolution. >there is no revolution. we get reprimanded and told to go to bed.  >catch 3 hours of pathetic sleep.  >in a sleeping bag. >on the floor. >in the mall.  >get woken up at 6am because we have to leave before the adults come back to the mall to spend actual money.  >go home.  >yell at my mother for breathing, probably. >go to basketball game.  >lose basketball championship.  >(we just weren’t that good of a team.)  >wtf was that. 

hey did anybody else who did Girl Scouts as a child do a sleepover at a mall. what was that. it was really weird.