Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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"Good news my famous bionic peeps. Your new PR guy came through big time." Leo announced, entering the room with a confident grin. As we turned, we saw him standing tall, hands on his hips, proudly pointing to himself. We also noticed the cardboard box, that was promptly set down on the coffee table. The aroma of popcorn filled the air as I, Chase, and Bree sat enjoying our snack, with Adam reaching over my shoulder to grab a handful. "Please tell me it's not another celebrity game show. We always lose." Chase groaned, sharing a glance with Bree, who sighed in frustration. It was clear they both were alluding to Adam. "Probably because someone always hits the buzzer too early and doesn't know the answer!" Bree shot back, glaring pointedly at Adam. Chase and I pointed at Adam as he opened his arms in defense. "In my defense, I thought hitting the buzzer was the right answer."
With a smirk, Leo chimed in again. "Remember that big magazine interview I got you guys? Well, the article just came out—thanks to yours truly, Leo Dooley of Dooley Entertainment, a subsidiary of Leo Corp." He beamed as he picked up the magazines from the box, clearly savoring the moment. We all rushed over, excitement bubbling up in us.
"Awesome!" "Cool!" "Let me see!"
"I've been waiting for these for ages. Thanks, Leo." I added, sharing a smile of appreciation. Leo handed each of us a magazine, and as Bree and I flipped to the cover, I couldn't help but smile. Bree, however, furrowed his brow in confusion. "Hey, Adam, check this out! We're on the front cover! We made it, man!" I squealed with excitement, exchanging a high-five with me. "What? But the reporter interviewed all of us! Why is Adam and Dawn the only ones on the cover?!"
"Haters gonna hate." I muttered to Adam, who nodded in exaggerated agreement. "This article makes it seem like he's in charge!" Chase said, flipping through the pages with increasing confusion. " 'Adam Davenport, leader of the bionic team, strongman, and all-around superstar?' " Chase read aloud, clearly bewildered by the narrative. "Well, it's good to know people think we're in charge." I quipped, high-fiving Adam. "Finally, someone understands how things work around here!" Adam said with satisfaction, flopping onto the couch. Bree, still scanning the article, looked unimpressed. "Hold on. Listen to this: 'Along with Adam's little brother, the girl helps him on missions!' It's like we barely exist!" she fumed, dropping the magazine in disgust.
"What are you talking about? You were mentioned." I teased, patting Bree on the shoulder. She glared at me, shrugging off my hand, while I chuckled and sat beside Adam, reading over his shoulder. I pointed out another section, trying to lighten the mood. "Look—'Bree and Chase Davenport not pictured.' "
They each glared at me as they continued to look at the magazine, getting more confused by the second as Bree read over his shoulders while I was staring at Adam's. "Hey, check what this says about us. 'Along with the other two, Adam and Dawn Davenport have cool new super bionic abilities that help them accomplish their missions. The other two also have bionics.'" I read aloud, smiling, oblivious to their growing annoyance. "What? You were mentioned." I repeated, unable to see why they were so upset. It's not like I wrote the magazine. Before they could respond, Mr. Davenport entered the kitchen, and Leo casually retrieved the magazine Bree had dropped. "Hey guys, what's going on?" Davenport asked, noticing the tension in the room. Chase wasted no time, approaching him with Bree close behind. "This article completely misrepresents how our team works. People are going to think Adam is the only one doing anything."
