Chapter 67

Once the kids have been fed and put to bed, everyone else continues to lounge around the fire. Ashford is the only exception as he stands against a tree and eats slices of a green apple off of the point of his switchblade. When the fire starts to die out, everyone begins saying their goodnights and files into their tents, with the exception of a couple of people.

I stand up from the log and stoke the fire back to life before sitting on the ground next to it, bringing my knees to my chest and resting my arms and head on top of them. I feel someone sit next to me and glance over to see Turner watching me.

“Why are you out of your tent?” I ask him.

“I couldn’t sleep. I’m not ready to go home. I’m having fun and I don’t want it to be over.”

“Just think of all the fun you can have at home.”

“I don’t have fun at home. I just listen to my parents argue. I just wish they’d break up.”