Day One

Sasha woke up to boy voices….

Arguing in hushed whispers? Wriggling deep inside her sleeping bag she tried to shut them out. But it was too late, her brain was awake and had to know what was worth arguing about at zero o’clock in the morning.

Brian? She identified the first.

“—stole the whole parking lot too?” Horatio was the other, sounding exasperated.

Their feet swished through wet grass coming toward her tent, probably on their way to the fire. Sleep w. . .