Liam
Arnold showed up to get us organized. Neither Dawson nor I, despite being the oldest, have that leadership ability. We have no choice but to follow his orders. We went out in pairs; for Arnold and my uncle David, Albert joined them. I wanted to switch, but they simply didn't let me, and I even got scolded.
“Could you wipe that look off your face? Don't think I'm happy to go with you,” I hear Aaron complain. I know I'm not the best company, but it seems like no one understands how uncomfortable the situation is.
“Well, I have no other choice. Sorry if my face offends you,” I tell him. Aaron smirks mockingly.
“Mind telling me what's so funny?” I ask him, and he keeps smiling.
“Well, the situation. You hate me, I detest you, and Arnie put us together on purpose. He's a jerk,” he tel
