HANNAH
The jeep rattled and bounced along the rocky dirt road. At one point, the front tires hit something, a loose stone, probably, but after a brief jolt, it kept moving, kicking up a cloud of dust that hung in the air like a haze.
I shifted in my seat and glanced back. It was cramped, some students had joined us last minute, leaving barely enough room to turn, but I managed.
Behind us were more jeeps and a truck, but I could only see the jeep right behind. The road was narrow, allowing just one vehicle at a time.
Someone up front was singing bits of a popular rap song, trying to turn it into a country version. Everyone was either laughing or cheering him on. The energy was light, fun. Everyone was excited for the camping trip, including me.
Chase’s hand touched my arm, pulling my
