Both of her parents, with a surprise for her

Lizzie's withdrawal to her tent was obstructed by the unwelcome sight of both of her parents. Fuck, dad too? Lizzie thought. They both had stern looks on their faces but her dad was clearly stressing out inside his head too. Her mother, being more authoritative and composed at the moment, did most of the talking.

"Good, you got it done as I asked," she said, raising her hands. Lizzie knew what she meant and meekly handed over her newly washed clothes over. There was a brief and awkward pause before Lizzie cleared her throat. "So, can I have some clothes for the time being? While mine are being dried?" Lizzie said tentatively, not wanting to set her mom off again with her loud mouth.

"Actually, your father and I were just discussing that, while you were busy showering and making a complete spectacle out of yourself back there," she said, adding the last bit with a mocking tone. Already, Lizzie did not like the sound of where this was going. "Young lady, we decided that all of your accumulative actions so far have lost you your privilege to clothing." What the fuck? Lizzie thought. "But... all I did was forget my clothes. Other than that, I'm innocent mom!" Lizzie pleaded, but her mom wasn't hearing any of it. "You forgot to pack clothes AND you chose to soil the only pair you had. At your age, we expect you to have some more responsibility!" Lizzie was left speechless, so her mother continued. "As I was saying, you aren't allowed to be near a single piece of clothing... let's see... let's make it for one week. And just to be fair, we're extending this vacation for that long too. Unless you want to strut around our neighborhood like that."

"Oh, and one more thing," her mom added. "this won't mean you can hide out in the tent and waste away the week like that. We expect you to do chores around the camp and go out when we say we are going out. Starting today, so get busy with..."