"Who Am I?" I stared into the dusty old mirror, maybe hoping something or someone would pop out and answer the question for me. I shook my head and pulled at my hair. I had short black hair with red streaks, and striking blue eyes. Not normal if you asked me. "What am I doing here?" Still no reply "Damn it!" i screamed and turned from the mirror. My life was going downhill. My parents, both policemen (or police woman for my mother), had died in a freak shooting in my last town. Now i was stuck in this small town with my crazy Aunt Sasha.
"Get your skinny ass down here!" My thoughts were interruptedby my uncle. A psychopath is you ask me, always in a cruel mood. I sighed and decided I better listen. Pulling my Trivium shirt on and black skinny jeans, i wandered down stairs. "What is your problem missy?" he snarled. He was only about 5'2 but man he was cruel. He was built like a tank with muscle covered arms. No hair on his head but a moustache and scary green eyes.
"I was getting ready, but i have to go. Need to get out of this mental hospital" I replied, grabbing my keys and leaving the room. He yelled something but i wasn't listening. I jumped in my f-350 and drove out of the driveway.
My truck was my prize. Lifted 6'' with a suspension and body lift, 38'' pitbull rocker tires. Her engine was rebuilt, with new full hood and bush bumper guard with a hideaway winch set in it. a light bar set on the box with two lights facing forward and two facing back. Better lighting in the dark. I reached over and turned up my new stereo. Guess it was time to test this baby out. My amp and speakers kicked in, and soon it was like i was at a live concert with the beat pounding to my heart.
I tore up the dirt road towards town. I needed a few things before leaving for the weekend. I was planning on going 4x4ing with a few old friends back in my old town. After 20 minutes i made it into town, pulling into the old gas station. I had so many uncertain looks based on my truck. They were not used to lifted up trucks in this small one horse town.
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Sorry for it being so short, kinda short on time at the moment. I promise to upload more soon. I am only writing this for fun.
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FantasyDiagla is a unlikely 18 year old girl. Her parents have died and now living with her psychopathic relatives. Her only friends live back in her home town. A weekend mudding with her old friends will change everything forever. Strange things start hap...