It doesn't take long until you head back to your camp again, and the first thing you see is your parents who are cuddling and looking at the stars simultaneously, which you thought was super gross. Like, get a room, guys.

"Break it up, Brangelina, I'm back," you say, returning the torch respectively and digging through your suitcase for your toothbrush and paste. 

"Oh hey," your dad observes. "You've been gone for a while."

"Did you have a good time?"                                                  

You turn your hand. "It's alright. A bit of drama because we lost in soccer..."

"Ah, but it's just a game!" your dad laughs. 

"Not to some people apparently," you mutter to yourself, thinking of a certain person. "But anyway, I'm going to hang out with them again."

"Yeah? Good on you!" your dad pats you on the shoulder.

"Yeah," you shrug. "Anyway, I'm going to freshen up and stuff. Night!" 

End of chapter one