HANNAH
Soon, the tents were going up. Chase took charge of ours, letting me hand him tools but refusing to let me lift anything heavy.
“It’s pretty big,” I said as we stepped back to admire it.
“It is,” he agreed. “It can sleep five, maybe six in a pinch. But it’s just for you and me. Don’t plan on sharing it with the whole group.”
A girl nearby called out, “Hey Chase, a little help here?”
She pointed at the boy beside her, who was grinning sheepishly while fumbling with the corner of a half-collapsed tent.
“I don’t think he has any idea what he’s doing,” she added.
Chase laughed. “Haven’t you ever gone camping before?” he teased.
As he headed over, I stepped inside our tent to arrange the bags. After that, I joined a small group of girls heading off to collect firewood.
“It’s goi
