Awoke

Day 3: Here

Damien lifted his mascular hand to the car leaver and slid his hand across it. He pulled it towards him and opened up the door. First his right foot which was covered with trendy track pants.  He then lifted his body up and out of the black long car. Onto the red dust that rubbed against the beautiful ground of area 17. Damien was wearing a pair of black leather boots, different shades of green and yellows on the track pants. His shirt clinged onto his tanned skin. Damien climbed back into the car and git out a long gym bag. He placed the strap over his left shoulder and held it in place while waiting fir the administrator. 
"Damien, Darling!" A squeaky voice yanked out of mid air. Behind him was a lady dressed as an airport lady with an ascot tied across her small neck. She was a skinny and wore a green pencil skirt and white blouses that pufued up wheee her hands were. Her haur was done in a nice hair do with large curly sides of her short hair. She had a small cap with a golden feather off its middle area. She ran to Damien with high heels looking awfully comfortable with arms wide open. She huged him tightly and shared her love to all. The lady then grabbed her cold hands against the boys face and squished his cheecks. "Youve grown up soooooo much," she exaggerated every word she said to him. He laughed sarcastically on reply and lifted her hands gently over his face. The lady frowned and chatted on about welcoming him to Area 17. She kept going on and on until Damien finally had the ciurage to ask her "Who are YOU?" She frowned again and looked to the car, well behind it where the rocks were and posed dramatically "Aunt Tiffany, you're personal manager,"
"How old are you?" He mumbled under his breath she stopped posing and turned to him all innocent "I beg your pardon?" She asked. Damien avioded the question and asked her for directions to his room.

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The room was dark and masculine colours. Modern lights attached to the ceiling and the room screeched one word "my bedroom" obviously the masterpiece was the bed. Circular with a dark purple strip covering a section of the bed. Pillows were stacked and behind was a nice pair of dark purple curtains. Damien laid his bag on the bed in haste and ran to the curtains behind the bed. He opened it slightly....
It was another room. A bit more feminine and had mire pastel colors. He closed the curtain immediately. Who's room was that? His mind was blank he traveleld across to the other side of his bed theur was a stair case leading to a kitchen. The kitchen was massive and next to it was the living. Full of bright greens. Glass cofee table and velvet couches in rich reds. A bookshelf lay on the side if the television. He prounced towards it and picked up a book.  Fight for a right. he scanned the book quickly and suddenly saw another curtain in the corner of his eye. Slowly he opened it just like the other one.  A jacuzzi and spa. Grills and fooseball table.  The view wasnt like the landscape thry were in two seconds ago it was lush green and wet. Not red and dry. It was weird but he didnt question it. Instead Damien ran back in to make coffee.