Hundred and thirty eight

The next day came like every other day, I work up and we tidied our room before going to the major living room. It had been tidied up, it didn't even look like a party had happened there.

Ian sat on one of the sofas with Chelsea by his side attending to his black eye. I wonder where he got that from.

“Hi...” I waved at Ian, he didn't look at me. I noticed he didn't share me a glance since I came down.

“What’s wrong?” I wondered. Just then, Sandra came to me, she dragged my by my arm to the kitchen. I hated the kitchen I have always hated the kitchen ever since that horrible incident happened.

Bianca was already in the kitchen, she was in front of a big pale of chickens. We were cooking for the whole pack like they had told me before.

“Can you guys let me wash the chicken and whatever needs to be washed? I will do everything except anything that has to do with the fire.” I looked at Bianca who looked at Sandra that was by my side.

“Sure, she can chop the vegetables, onions and othe