Twenty-Eight

Going outside, I sit on the wooden chair next to the stairs. After a few minutes Dorian and Darius walk out. Dorian has a bag on his back, he sits on the steps and puts on a pair of hiking boots. Darius does the same. “So where are we going?” I ask. I really hope not hiking, me and hiking don’t mix, and I don’t even have shoes only heels which I am not wearing.

“You will see when we get there, co