Angel of My Nightmare, chapter 1
There comes a time in ones life where you just don't know what the hell your living for. I mean, check me out for example, young at nineteen, hot, blonde and pretentious. For any of you lackies out there who doesn't know what that means look it up but basically I tend to attract attention. And a lot of it. Plain old Maria isn't plain old Maria anymore. A couple of years ago a wack job government agency in Japan screwed with my system and now I'm a genetically revved up uber-chick...bit like Buffy but without the demons. Unless you count the ones in my head!
"Morning M."
"Morning Zee, what's up?"
Zee Cormack is my neighbour, I also suceeded to protect him from a gang bust-up. Why I get involved I do not know...like I said pretentious. Looked it up yet?
"Nothing is of much, I'm dazed, crazy party last night," He quirked.
"Yeah I heard," I replied dryly and stood hands on hips. Not that I sleep much anyway. Major Insomniac.
"You should have showed your face, you'd have enjoyed it!"
"I highly doubt that. Later."
The town was a bust up. Terroist have it ruined and Berkeley just isn't the same as it used to be anymore. So nowadays we have to cheat on cheat to get by. Converse is the only way, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor...namley me. I have a day job too you know, Post. Yeah lame I know but since the attack on the city things have bin' hard in education. And as no one can know about my fantastic mind and wacked up booty I'm basically a sitting duck. So the depression, they call it? I'm not soooo depressed but I'm late for work...for the fifty sixth thousand time since the douchebag employed me.
"You're late?" Marvin moaned.
"And your still surprised?"
"Not really."
"I had a family feud going on...I'm sorry."
"Yeah well can't happen again...."
I rolled my eyes...he's so lame.
I went to put my stuff in my locker, Trinity was there....with Steve-o.
"You're late!" Trin said to me, I nodded and rolled my eyes...again.
"You're starting to sound like Marve," I told her.
"Yeah except we're your friends. what's goin on wit' you?" Steve-o asked me. I lowered my head and looked at the floor, they didn't know, how could they? That was social suicide.
"I just have a lot going on," I told them, "I gotta go, hot run to the coast!" I jumped up and took off on my bike.
John was in the same position as always...at his desk and usually on the phone when he wasn't he was on the net...
"You called?" I asked.
"Jesus, M, you scared me!"
"I know...sorry, so what's the sitch?"
"Band job...your favourite!" he told. My favourite band Green Day. He wants me to steal from them. John Boy is a private investigator and on occasion he allows me to steal goods for money, our funding.
"They're out of town!"
"I'm going tonight, you got the address?"
"Right here!"
"See you tomorrow!"
"Morning M."
"Morning Zee, what's up?"
Zee Cormack is my neighbour, I also suceeded to protect him from a gang bust-up. Why I get involved I do not know...like I said pretentious. Looked it up yet?
"Nothing is of much, I'm dazed, crazy party last night," He quirked.
"Yeah I heard," I replied dryly and stood hands on hips. Not that I sleep much anyway. Major Insomniac.
"You should have showed your face, you'd have enjoyed it!"
"I highly doubt that. Later."
The town was a bust up. Terroist have it ruined and Berkeley just isn't the same as it used to be anymore. So nowadays we have to cheat on cheat to get by. Converse is the only way, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor...namley me. I have a day job too you know, Post. Yeah lame I know but since the attack on the city things have bin' hard in education. And as no one can know about my fantastic mind and wacked up booty I'm basically a sitting duck. So the depression, they call it? I'm not soooo depressed but I'm late for work...for the fifty sixth thousand time since the douchebag employed me.
"You're late?" Marvin moaned.
"And your still surprised?"
"Not really."
"I had a family feud going on...I'm sorry."
"Yeah well can't happen again...."
I rolled my eyes...he's so lame.
I went to put my stuff in my locker, Trinity was there....with Steve-o.
"You're late!" Trin said to me, I nodded and rolled my eyes...again.
"You're starting to sound like Marve," I told her.
"Yeah except we're your friends. what's goin on wit' you?" Steve-o asked me. I lowered my head and looked at the floor, they didn't know, how could they? That was social suicide.
"I just have a lot going on," I told them, "I gotta go, hot run to the coast!" I jumped up and took off on my bike.
John was in the same position as always...at his desk and usually on the phone when he wasn't he was on the net...
"You called?" I asked.
"Jesus, M, you scared me!"
"I know...sorry, so what's the sitch?"
"Band job...your favourite!" he told. My favourite band Green Day. He wants me to steal from them. John Boy is a private investigator and on occasion he allows me to steal goods for money, our funding.
"They're out of town!"
"I'm going tonight, you got the address?"
"Right here!"
"See you tomorrow!"
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