Page 130 of Pack: Posy 3

"Don't read what I wrote inside." Wyatt lunged across the table, grabbed the card from Jay, and tore it up into little pieces. "Peri, can I have another piece of watercolor paper?"

"You bet."

I handed it to him and he immediately started again, his head bent and all his concentration on his painting.

He was always so cute when he did his artwork.

Looking over at the others, I saw Cole and Mason were making the most of my sticker collection, and Jay had picked a piece of paper that was its own design, making it easy for him. Ash, on the other hand—

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Using this shiny shiiii— Um, stuff to decorate my card. Why?"

"Honey bunny, you have to use glue with glitter. Just dumping glitter on paper won't make it stick."

"Oh. Okay. You got glue?"

"Of course." I handed him a tube of liquid paste and a stick of solid. "Pick your poison."

He grabbed the liquid paste and began squirting iton topof the glitter pile he'd made on his card.

"Whoa! Stop that!" I jumped up and tore the glue tube out of his hand.

"What? You said you needed to use glue with it."

"You put the gluefirstin the shape you want, then sprinkle - notdump- the glitter on the glue. That way you don't waste the whole container of glitter. When the glue dries, you shake the extra glitter off," I explained, not understanding how he thought what he did was going to work.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with this mess?"

"Take a deep breath and start again," Wyatt mocked, not looking up from his work.

Ash gave him the bird, but he was too focused on his art to notice.

Looking in my paper pile for another piece of what Ash had picked out, I asked him to take his card over to the trash can.

"Ash, I'm done with my card," Jay said. "I'll get this for you so you can work on yours."

"Thanks, bro. I owe you one."

I watched as Jay carefully picked up the card, folded it so the glitter was more securely contained, and slowly began his trek around the table to get to the garbage can.

Maybe I should get him to bring the can over here rather than carry the card over there—

I didn't get any further with the thought before Mase turned his head and sneezed right as Jay walked by him.

"Oh. My. God. Dess." Ash whispered in amazement as glitter flew up in a cloud, then shrieked, "Do it again! Glitter bomb! Do it again! Again!"

"Uh-oh." Cole realized thetrueproblem before the rest of us. "Duck and cover, everyone."

"AAAAHHH!"

Wyatt's angry scream made me cringe and cover my ears, especially as it went on and on. My eyes went right to his card and saw the issue. While the worst of the glitter had splattered up the front of Jay's t-shirt or hit the floor, the line of wet glue landed like a sparkly snake right across Wyatt's perfectly painted pansies.

"You bastards are doing it on purpose now! The flowers were just dry enough for me to start adding the fine details! Now I have to re-write that damn letter for the third time!"

"It was an accident, I swear," Jay told him.

"It was my fault," Mase said at the same time.

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