The tents were down, Merlyn and Dior were packing up their backpacks, and still arguing over who would carry the heaviest load.

“Would you guys quit messing around already? We've still got a long way to go before arriving at border town.” Lori yelled, rolling her eyes slightly as she tugged her arm into mine.

“That's rich coming from you, Lori,” Dior scoffed, reluctantly slinging the bag over his shoulder. “Considering you've done nothing but cling to Samantha all morning."

"You guys don't know what it feels like to be the only girl in the group." She pouted, blinking innocently. “Sometimes, it's like I'm speaking a different language, and no...