Darion Shawlton
Darion had just woken up from his usual nightmares he was light drenched in cold sweat. His eyes went to the medication that he had to take in few minutes. Darion walked down stairs and called out. "Mom?" He soon got his response as he slipped on a pair of black slippers. "What the fuck do you want?!" His mom yelled from the kitchen. "I just wanted to see if you where here." Darion said with a cold and mono-tone voice. "Where else the hell I'd be!?" She yelled at him as she threw a letter in his face, as Darion sighed and opened the letter.
"Hello there! You've been chosen with nine other people to come and stay at our resort for a whole month!
It will be handfulls of fun,the best part is that its all for free! Amazing isnt it? Its our grand-opening so we've started off with a small group of people to get your feedbacks and for you to have a good time. So don't wait any longer and come on down to the airport were a private jet will be waiting for you and nine other people."
Darion smiled a bit and decided he would go anything to get away from his mom. "Mom I gonna be gone for some nights, ok?" His mom didn't respond to much all she did was mumbled and went on her buisness. Darion went into his room took his medicine and packed everything he needed. As he did so his dad came in. "So son you won a trip?" He said curiosly. "Yea dad I guess I did." Darion smiled at his dad, the one person he actually smiled at. "Well good for you son. Here, I want you to take this." His dad pushed some money to him. "No dad I can't." Darion argued, but arguing with his dad was a loosing battle. "Here take it." His dad finally manage to slip it into Darion's jean pocket. "Besides I can drive to airport."
With that Darion and his dad drove to airport where a black jet was few people. "Have fun son and be careful!" His dad called out to him. Darion waved at his dad and got into the jet. He picked an empty seat and sat near the isle he wasn't comfortable at the window. Darion took a different medicine and stayed quiet like he usually did. His face set to the usual blank expression that alot medication caused plus a life on the streets. To him this trip was an escape from his usual worries.