Camp Bear Claw Registration

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About two hours later we finally arrived at the camp. I have dreaded the thought of this moment since I was told that I was going. When I got out of the car I followed my mom to a table at the front of the camp. Sitting at the table was a perky girl, about twenty, registering in other campers. She was the only person smiling, not counting all the beaming parents. While my mom registered me, I saw a boy lip-syncing "no". That was not reassuring.
"What's your name sweetie!", said the perky girl.
Without thinking of my tone and attitude, I snapped back, "Um, excuse me! I am not a five-year-old! For your information!"
She frowned and said, "I'm sorry I did not mean to make you upset."
I was not in a good mood and my mom was not thrilled with the comment I made. Maybe I should stay at this camp until mom cools off.

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