After, she meets the two girls a bit after her return.

My return home was met with skepticism on the part of my parents.

They grimaced as they saw the “certificate of rehabilitation” that was given out, but it seemed their doubts were not abated by this one piece of paper, especially since I returned home with an entirely different set of clothes than the one I left with.

For the time being, they said, I would have to stay at home, no spending any prolonged time outside the house, and in return, they would buy me a few new sets of clothing, I did technically hold up my end of the bargain, heck, I even made it back home with the same amount she had going to the camp.

Now while I couldn’t leave the house, I could technically lock my room’s door (another privilege restored to me after my return), and as such, I could sneak out my bedroom window.

Now while it was true I could leave the house, I obviously needed to stay close by, since if my parents suspected anything, I needed to be able to easily sneak back into the house, they technically couldn’t tell if I was truly locked in my room with headphones on and listening to loud music.

This meant that the most convenient people I could hang around would be Sara and Maya, my neighbor’s daughters, that entire family seemed, at worse, mildly amused if not intrigued by and welcoming of my hijinx, if only my parents could be so laid back.