Cloe POV
My body won't stop shaking.
It's annoying, it feels like I am cold and hot all at the same time. I don't think my body knows what it wants.
I don't know what I want.
Do I want to rest up, as the doctor said?
No!
All I know is I don't want to be alone.
This house, the way the people interact, laugh, and do things together, was like a dream. I never thought people could be like this in real life. Thought it was all television crap. But this household lives and breathes family bonding, but then I haven't been here long, maybe it's all that way, because they have a guest in the house. Will find out, I am sure, when the novelty of my being here wears off.
Storm's bike is, well, fantiddillyastic, like drool-worthy good. I can picture him on that bike, riding off into the sunse
