Almost a week later, on the first day of Dillon’s training I feel sick. From the very moment I wake up, I know that there's something dodgy in the air. Like I can sense that something will either go terribly wrong. But I'm not psychic so I simply push it to the back of my mind.
I decide to make breakfast alone today while Dillon calls a meeting for the new warriors. He has been assuring me that the idea I came up with on the meeting last week was a good one. But I can't help but consider the fact that like Joshua said, I may not be fit for the job. I was never in charge of anything more than getting Kylie home from a party.
With so much on my mind I stop paying attention to the pancakes which are burning before me. I try flip it but it's stuck. Great. Why spend extra money on a non-stick
