Skye's the Limit |Book 1 In 'Skye Adventures' Series|

Chapter 5; I Get a Physical

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     Phil didn't lie. It took us just under 10 minutes (that went by waaaay to fast for my liking) to get to the plane.

      Coulson stays completely quiet until he lands the car. I STILL CAN'T GET OVER THAT HIS CAR FLIES.

    "Well?" He asks.

   I hold my breathe. God I have no idea what to do.

   1 second.

   I can't believe it, but these people are rubbing off on me.

2 seconds.

But they'll ask me to do stuff against my personal beliefs. Against what Rising Tide is all about.

3 seconds.

But then Phil will technically 'owe' me.

...4 seconds...

...5 seconds...

I like the idea of this guy owing me.

"I'm in." I tell him.

"Get packed up." He tells me. "Welcome aboard Skye."

He said my name.

He didn't say it in a mocking way... Like Ward. He didn't taunt me like my past parents.

He just... SAID it.

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I sigh and run my hand through my unkempt unwashed hair.

My van is a mess.

Mike did this. I tell myself.

    I tried to force myself to get angry, to release this emotional weight that is slowly crushing me. But I'm wiped. Emotionally and physically.

I sift through my stuff and grab 2 duffel bags and make a pile of the things I wanna keep.

My laptop. Check.

My clothes. Check.

My other equipment. Check.

"Anything else?" I ask myself. I almost laugh. "How could I forget you Stella?"

     Stella is my little hula dashboard doll. Sometimes when nothing is headed my way, Stella is the ONLY thing that keeps me grounded. One little consistent.

I grab her and stick her on top of one of my bags.

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     "Here let me get that for you!" Fitz exclaims as I balance the bags and the box in my unstable hands.

    I hand him the box as Simmons chatters excitedly.

      "Coulson told us the good news!" I smile at her enthusiasm. "It'll be amazing to have another girl around!" More enthusiasm. "And you're... So young! 18? Wow! How did you survive so isolated?"

She's DRIPPING enthusiasm.

And I'm not actually 18.

"Um." I say. "So. Where am I going to be staying?"

I follow Simmons and Fitz upstairs.

"Oh!" I exclaim. "I think I was up here. But I mean Agent Ward had a bag over my head."

"Oh yes! Soooo sorry about that." Simmons responds.

     "Here we go!" Fitz tells me rushing into my bunk to put my box down. He turns around, blocking me.