There it was, the ghastly storm of Spain, Barcelona and I was on my BMW convertible which definitely was up now to Madrid to attend a meeting, a very confidential meeting of CIA and yes I was working for the CIA as I graduated from Harvard Law School at the age of 21 I did a course on Criminology which I aced.
Since childhood I was pretty much a genius, I was clever and instant on my feet as now I was a great con artist and for my positive or guilt I had landed myself a hard-bent job with the officials of United State of America.
I was a person who didn’t have emotion so neither you can break me or clench me until you kill me to my last breathe. I was snitch like Robin Hood, a snitch with guilt and yes my past was unforgiving with having a lonely life of ignorant billionaire parents whom wanted a son and unfortunately had too many x sperms infesting my mother’s egg.
Since my ignorant parents my heart was set to reach for higher education out of the sight of my ghastly gender loathing parents. I was a critical person with my great love for art and my witty sarcasm my only good friend was Penny a computer nerdy girl whom everyone whom are my colleagues thought was impossible as they all would sometime ask rather rudely
“Adrianna are you seriously friends with Penny” they would make that stupid face.
“ Yes, retards I am” I would rudely reply as well.
The fact was, I wasn’t a loser I did talk but always a joke or two and then never to be spoken again. Penny wasn’t working for the CIA until 5 years ago where she was the youngest computer genius joined CIA to discover the virus of 2006 and she had saved many confidential records of United Stated of America.
Now I reside in Barcelona stationing the Spanish notables such as the prime-ministers and etc. to protect and shelter them with my wings.
I had moved to Spain few months ago only to pack my life in one large container, and it was my car yes, the beauty of BMW custom made with the help of Ferrari they had created a Hybrid for me a very extra ordinary conceptual car.
I unbolted the window to texture the sweeping wind tangling my locks in mid-air with solid breezes and flat sky for and before storm effect the cloud formed in all sorts of media. If I was a painter I would have painted this scenario and earn myself a pat in the back from the notable Spanish culture I guess.
I smiled as the tears of heaven touched the surface of my skin; it was moment that spoke louder than words an explainable adrenaline plunge on my blood vessels.
I blast my stereo with Romanian house music and shifted a few gears to level up my speed of my manual car to 108 to whatever it could go on.
The road seemed to shrink but to me it was just pure splendid and breathtaking.
As the thunder clapped and the rain made the song sound even better, nothing beats the season of Spanish road-trips.
Maybe Being The bodyguard of a wrecked up son of Spanish King would be fun, i gigled to my self at thought of body-guarding a deliquent young adult...
I Katherine Adrianna Hudson was bodyguarding Aaron Spain the son of Prince King Willburt Fernando Spain.
