Remember how Jackson asked me if I could down a beer first thing in the morning? Before I went to sleep, I was wondering why.

And in the morning I found out. The hard way.

I was just sleeping ever so peacefully, until I felt him give my shoulder a light punch. I woke up with a bottle of Light beer shoved up my face.

      “Drink this.” Jackson said

I rubbed my eyes and scratched my head.

      “Come on buddy, drink up.” Jackson said

      “Whaaaaaaaat?”

      “Drink the beer.”

      “Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?” I groaned

      “Because I said so.”

I sat up and drank the damn thing so Jackson would leave me alone. I was already hungover, and was therefore in a cranky mood. I finished the beer and hurled it at Jackson.

      “There. Leave me alone.” I growled

I heard Jackson giggling as he finally walked away and left me in peace.

Sometimes, I just don’t know about that boy.

So anyways, a couple of days later, we were on the road, on the New Jersey approach in a heavily industrialized area. Jackson was looking for buyers and so far he’s gotten a shit load of them. Except they were all lowballing us. One guy offered us $500.

We offered to chop his balls off.

So, one fine day, Jackson manages to find a buyer.

      “Yo, Grace, I found us a buyer!” Jackson said

      “Who is it?” I asked

      “The mafia.” Jackson replied

I jerked the wheel, swerved into the oncoming lane and swerved back.

      “WHAT THE HELL?!” I asked

      “Well, they’re the only ones who are willing to pay that much money.”

      “Fine. Set up a meeting in New York. We’ll sell them there and probably get a new house in the same time.”

      “What’re you guys selling?” Pinkie asked

I grabbed the backpack and opened it, revealing the gold collar thingies.

      “YOUR SELLING THE ELEMENTS OF HARMONY?!” Dash asked

      “Oh shit, I forgot.” I said

      “Goddamit Grace!” Jackson yelled

Dash yelled at us while Pinkie’s hair went straight and she kept asking Travis why we had to sell the elements. I closed my eyes and continued driving. I saw a garage up ahead. I remembered it. Me and a friend used to work on cars all day. Now it’s abandoned. I still had a little something stored there though. I pulled up at the garage with Dash still yelling at me. I motioned for Travis to follow. The ponies just watched as we got out of the car, I swung the backpack around my shoulders. Then I entered the garage with Travis following close behind.

5 minutes later...

I floored the accelerator and the Green F-Bomb Camaro smashed through the garage door. I did a drift and continued driving towards New York. As the pagani only continued to grow smaller in the rear-view mirror, I could see Dash and Pinkie pressed against the windshield, a sad pout on their faces as if they were saying: “How could you?”

I held back the tears and drove on. Jackson stared out the window in silence. Next Chapter: New York Estimated time remaining: 9 Minutes