One - Hundred Thirty - One: Plans

One-Hundred Thirty-One: Plans

Nigel

I was hesitant to enter the packhouse. The last time I did, I got covered in honey and glitter. I was not happy. If I had known what was going on at that time, I would have waited until that shit was over. I was still finding glitter in my shit. Someone will die if I get covered in anything today. That honey was a bitch to get out of my hair. I knocked on the door. I heard someone tell me to come in. I reluctantly opened the door and waited.

“Don’t worry there isn’t a bucket of honey ready to drop,” Ashton said.

I still looked around as I walked in.

“What about glitter?” I asked.

“That I can’t promise.” He answered.

He told me about what happened to Dustin and Tyrell. Then he told me about the kids. Apparently, there are a few stray glitter bombs around. The two of us walked into the rec room. Well, holy shit, there sits Haze. He stands, and we give each other a bro hug. The two of us have always gotten along. They tell