Her suitcase is missing

The car ride was as long and boring as Lizzie expected. Her father parked their car in a gravel campsite, where there were a couple of other families already there. Out of the whole family, only Lizzie wasn't enjoying her time. 'Just endure this boredom for three nights'. she told herself. Of course, Lizzie didn't know how yet crazy her vacation would turn out to be. It was when they began unpacking that things started to go very wrong.

"Mom," Lizzie said, looking into the back of her dad's car. "Yes, honey?" her mother answered. "Mom, where is my suitcase?" Lizzie asked. Her mother took a brief glance in the car and scanned the bags laid out on the ground before saying: "Lizzie, you're an adult now. You should know to take care of these things yourself. Did I not tell you to give your case to your father when you finished packing?" Lizzie shook her head. "You told me to have it in the living room. So that dad would see it." Her mother sighed in response. "Is that your only change of clothes then? Look, can you just hold out for a few days? If you really need to change, I'll lend you some of my clothes. Besides, we don't plan on doing anything strenuous anyways. "

Lizzie groaned, imagining the feeling of sweat and grime that would accumulate on her body for the rest of her camping trip. Despite her clumsy attitude sometimes, Lizzie did like to keep hygienic (being one of the main reasons she detests the outdoors).