"Friday morning, Kylie, Miranda, and Della, each carting suitcases, walked the trail to meet up with their parents. They walked slowly, like condemned prisoners moving to their executions. “I’m going to be peeing on a drug test stick every hour,†Della muttered. Miranda sighed. “I’m going to screw up at my competition and my mom is going to give me up for adoption.†“I’m going to a ghost hunt,†Kylie added. Both girls looked at her. “Don’t ask."