Skittles POV
Sleep was restless; thoughts of the impending meeting with my mother were eating away at me. I feel safe with Sprocket, but that doesn't reduce the fear of what my mother was capable of. I was worried about a pending war, and those I had come to think of as my family would get hurt.
That was unacceptable.
However.
It's time to make a stand, but at what cost?
When I woke up, I needed to feel alive, to be me, and wanted something to keep my mind off my mother and her pending visit, so I jumped Sprocket's bones. Poor guy, he was fast asleep; he had to wake soon anyway. I took what I wanted and got ready for work, feeling a lot better.
I love my bike, but until they dealt with my mother, in whatever way they could.
It was agreed I would ride on the back of Sprocket. It wa
