What Is Love

I say goodbye to Damiena as I struggle out of her tiny car. My short skirt flies as I get out.

"Remember to pick me up at 6 to go to the salon, but stop by to get Frances first, so we don't have to cross the pack twice," I remind her, and Damiena nods, "Oh, and bring your gold dress, the prom dress. We'll all wear gold."

"Great!" she squeals. I know how much she loves wearing that dress and bragging about how expensive it was. She waves goodbye and leaves.

I stare at her until the gate opens again and she can get out. Then I look up and sigh.

I really missed my home.

It's the complete opposite of the camp. Clean, elegant, spacious and always smells fresh. I leave my purse and phone on the reception table, next to the most recent vase of flowers my dad gave my mom and I walk into the living room, where I can hear my parents talking.

"Hi, I'm home," I announce, coming down the three steps and almost running to the couch where they’re sitting, looking very serious. I sit down next to my