"REMY! LET GO!"
"NEVER!! DON'T MAKE ME GO! TELL MY PARENTS I TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE! TELL THEM WE CRASHED INTO A ISLAND WHERE SOME CANNIBALS MADE ME THEIR QUEEN! FAKE MY FREAKING DEATH BUT DON'T MAKE ME GO ROBERT!!" I tighten my grip on the leather chair of the plane like if my life depended on it and Robert groaned in frustration, tugging on my legs harder. I know what you're thinking, 'What the hell is a 17 year old girl doing on a plane, not letting go of her chair while her bodyguard is about to rip her legs off her body because just won't freaking let go and keeps screaming bloody murder ?' well, let me just shed some light on this situation.
My name is Remy Jones, daughter of Jackson and Clarissa Jones. I'm 17 years old with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, with light freckles on my cheeks. Did I forget to mention that I'm 254 pounds overweight? Well, then it shouldn't be a surprise that now my freaking parents are sending me to a fat camp for my whole summer.