In the weeks that followed coming to camp, Jenna and I had lots more conversations, we'd become closer. We almost always talked about my music. Nobody ever talked to me the way she did, about anything. Our conversations were relaxed, regardless of the rules, and the guidelines we had to follow. We talked about escaping, and we always told the truth, no matter what the circumstances were. We never lied. There was no need to. I'd never talked to someone so easily. Josh had found new friends, and he still slept in my tent. We were still friends, just slightly more distant ones. Josh still tried to get me to escape, and the more he mentioned it, the less appealing it seemed. I wanted it less. At this point, I'd rather be locked in a room with a whole lot of rules. The more he said "the real world," the more I wanted to be in a "real room," I created better there, where I didn't have to channel my thoughts and pick out the very rare good things. 

East is Up.