Chapter 7
I wake up to the sound of my sisters yelling.
They’ve been in a rotten mood all through this trip. Summer especially. I can tell she hates camping. She’s definitely a hotel girl.
I sit up and struggle to free myself of the tangled sheets wrapped around my legs. It’s hot and stuffy in the tent and my mouth is parched. What time is it anyway? I poke my head out and see my mother cooking up something on the gas stovetop. Even here, in these woods, she can’t get a real break from her domestic life.
I crawl out of the tent and look around the site. My dad is trying to wipe Summer’s tears while Winter sits mute in her stroller, watching her sister with serious eyes.
“Good morning, you little beast,” I say, rubbing Winter’s dark hair. “Come here.” I unstrap her and pick her up, wal
