AllisonHearts

Three years ago; the campers are starting to make their way to the campfire bowl, but are still far off. Azalea is sitting alone on one of the front benches, close to the fire. Enter Dahlia, stage left, crossing behind the benches. Dahlia: Hey, sis. Walks casually toward the bench her sister is sitting on. Hops over gently and sits next to her. Azalea: Hi, Dee. Stares into the fire, refusing to turn away from it. D: Hey, wait- puts arm on A's shoulder -are you crying? A wipes eyes quickly, still doesn't turn. Alright, what's wrong? A: Nothing, I'm fine. Bites lip and crosses arms over chest, then uncrosses them again. Leans forward, balan