Daisy, a fun outgoing teenage girl embarks on a journey of young love and mystery. Together with her boyfriend, Eldon and his long lost twin Tiago they drop out of high school to run a restaurant. Little did they know that there was a lot more waiti...
I woke up to a little man hammering away in my head and a woman striking round house kicks in my chest. I shot out of bed and frantically paced around my room. Before I could be consious of my surroundings, I was thrown back to my bed, the desk and against the wall. Then...was this even possible?...to the ceiling.
I hit my head against a desk and my leg got stuck under a pile of what had become rubble. 'What's going on?' I screamed out for someone to hear but no one did. It was like asking google a life question and all it gave you was a picture of flamingos. 'Help!' I called out once again but the person who showed up to save me made me regret my options.
'You want help? It'll be my pleasure.' Lionel spoke with a prominent malicious grin. I tried to move back but my leg remained stuck stopping me from moving.
'You're not real.' I said banging my head hard until I felt something warm. I kept hitting my thinking machine against the sharp metallic surface. My hand travelled to the back of my head and I touched a sticky crimson liquid. At the sight of blood, I felt light headed until I couldn't breathe wheezing myself to unconsciousness. Weirdly, the time that I blacked out is the time that I woke up. It had been a nightmare after all I realized.
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A week on the truck didn't do any good for my nightmares. I would wake up each morning drenched in a pool of sweat. Riker would then run into my cubicle and calm me down. 'It's not real. It's just a dream.' He would always say. This man would hold me tight against his chest until I had recovered into a stable state of mind.
'Thank you.' I expressed my never ending gratitude although he had been telling me not.
'You're so stubborn.' He scoffed shaking his head.
Riker left me to shower while he also prepared for yet another day on the Truck. I had on some sweats and a baggy t-shirt while Tiago looked like a supermodel. He had on tiny beach shorts and a black muscle top with black running shoes. His wet hair looked super hot and his skin glowed like that of a pregnant woman. I was about to give him the first ever genuine complement when he interjected.
'You look fabulous.' He said sarcastically
'And you look like trash.' I snarled at him.
'We both know that isn't true,' he smirked. 'Anyways, what does Riker have prepared for us today.' He asked. And talk about the devil; Riker walked into the kitchen.
Why did everyone look so bomb while I looked like a total mess.
Riker was well fitted in a pricey deep black Chinese collar suit. His dark hair was gelled back into an exquisite easten style. For a man who always wore suits, that style was a new one which I was definitely enjoying.
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'There's nothing on today's agenda. All we have to do is advance the software and networking of our bases and aircrafts so that their not easy to trace.' Riker informed us.
