Growing up in a home where you constantly had to worry about whether you get to eat tonight, is horrible. But it builds character. It builds the strong, respectful girl you are. Your mother is supportive of your degree in mechanics. Your father funds you through your way to the top.

Today’s your first day. You walk into the navy blue, yellow, and red accented garage. The wondrous two Red Bull branded cars sat pretty, surrounded by men working on them.

A guy walks up to you. His casual clothes stand out against the others. His grey shirt showing off his muscles. His blue jeans held up with a belt, were the same color of his eyes. His black baseball cap had the letters, MDC, on it.

“Hello. You must be the newbie.” He holds out his hand to shake. His Scottish accent thick.

“I’m Arthur. The Mechanical Department’s Coordinator. Your name is…?”