Chapter 16

Jonas and I returned to the pack house for around twenty minutes ago. He invited me to sit with his friends and I went with him. So here I am sitting with his friends talking about different subjects. I'm thrown out of my thoughts as a voice interupts my thoughts. "Didn't you know that I am from Norway?" a masculine voice questions and I look up from the table. The man who spoke is a guy around his twenties, dark brown hair and blue eyes. He frowns at his friends and gives them a disapointed look. "No we didn't. How was we supposed to know if you've never told us?" Jason asks laughing at his friend. "Touche" He says and continues to eat. The only norwegian people that I've met, was when my mother and I flew to Sweden to visit my cousins. My cousins live right where Sweden and Norway meets. That's why and I think that norwegian people speak funny, they pronounce the words so funny(don't take this so seriously). "Do you spe