Name: Jackie Montral

Age: 19

Birthday:May 30, 1993

Sign: Gemini

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Green

Personality: Kind, Organized, Sarcastic, Focused, Adventurous, and a thrill seeker.

Background Info: After her mother had been signed to public relations job inJapan, Jackie and her family all moved fromL. she was 5 years old. She and her two older brothers attended an American school there. (I'm sure you guys have heard about those things, it's like the French Concession inShanghai.) So as well as learning the same curriculum as an American school, they also learned Japanese.

Jackie is aspiring to become a successful reporter/journalist, right after she finishes up college, though her father might think other wise.

Nowadays it seemed like my dad and I would run into arguments about everything. If I didn't clean anything, I was scolded at, if spoke talked back even if what I was saying was the truth, I was scolded… I was nineteen—a legal adult mind you—but I had no say in my future plans and I was still treated like a kid.

"Dad? How much longer do I have to stay here for?" I whined while wiping the grease off my fingers.
"Just a little longer…" he was disappointed with me, and I saw it. He just wanted to see me appreciate this place as much as my eldest brother, Eddie did. Sean was smart enough to study over seas back inCalifornia and escape my father's plan in sucking him into this auto shop with Eddie.

"Yes well I have homework to be done at home…" I would never give him the chance, one little glimpse of appreciation and I was sure that he'd set me up to own this auto shop with Eddie.

"You know you have to help out around this time, why didn't you finish earlier?" He finally set down the wrench and wandered towards his office. I tried not to follow, and just crossed my arms looking at him. There really was no point in arguing because this conversation, if I continued it, would end up badly.

My dad sighed, defeated; when he saw my stern face "You could leave after you help that next customer…" he nodded at the red car just pulling up "alright?" nor he or I were in the mood of bringing up the issue of my major again.

I heavily sighed with annoyance and shoved the greasy napkin in my back pocket. "Fine"

With another sigh I walk up to the car, already trying to scope out any damages. The sooner I'd be done, the sooner I'd be able to run back home and finish up those two articles I'd left at the last minute. But there wasn't many, the car was spotless. The sheen on the car gleamed perfectly- doing justice to the cherry red color. Maybe there's a problem in the inside then?

But what surprised me the most was how old and classically beautiful this car was.

As much as I don't like that my dad pressuring me into the automobile business, I hung around here too much and it was turning my brain into a mechanic's … Just by looking at it I could tell this was probably a 1970 Camero. In short, it was an all American car, reminding you the essence of what the 70s was all about. The glass Pepsi bottles, the Beatles, hamburger joints, and the oh so familiar "Happy Days" show tune going off in your head. Yup it was Classic America all wrapped in a car.

Funny how an American car would pull up at an auto shop in Japanof all places?
The driver rolled down the window and I leaned on the post. I was expecting at least an old man behind the wheel, but it turned out to be a kid? Boy specifically, he was probably my age, or maybe older, I would think maybe twenty or twenty one. He had reddish brown hair, and wore the most distinctive goggles? You never know when a blizzard might dish out in the middle ofTokyo, right?

"So what's the problem?" I restrained myself from saying 'sir' like I usually did. I was too used to old hags pulling up to our shop.
He rolled the cigarette to the side of his mouth "the radio's busted, and the cassette player is jammed… I think"

"That's it? I mean it's a pretty old car, a 1970 Chevy, if I'm correct. You sure you don't need a tuning, or maybe even a new muffler?" I asked trying to recall if the muffler actually did sound okay when he drove in.

"A girl who knows her cars" he leaned closer to the spot I was leaning in close to the ledge.

I grimaced moving away from the post, and crossed my arms. "Do you want me to fix your radio or not?" I'm here to work and if my dad catches me flirting with a customer, he just might decide not pay for my tuition for college.
He sighed- a cloud of smoke escaping his lips as he unlocked the door "that's what I'm here for, right"
"that's what I thought" with a cheesy, three year old smile, I stepped into the passenger seat and leaned over to the radio.

The boy watched me for awhile before his cell phone rang some ironic blend of rock and heavy metal-he picked up and then stepped outside.

I found it amusing; as much as I don't like to label anyone, he was that kind of boy.

He flipped the cell phone open and leaned against the outside of the car, so all I could see was his back turned to me.

"I'm kind of in a tight bind; you think you could hold on a few minutes?"

I was trying not to eaves drop, but come on, who the hell talks so loud that they don't want to be heard? If anything he's the one making his conversation prominent. But I continued my job-Trying not to get too caught up in the eavesdropping.

I peeked into the hole, where the cassette usually would be placed. And there it was, the one stubborn cassette refusing to come out…

"God damn it, fine, fine. I'll be there. Cut me some slack"

Suddenly I heard the car door slam shut and the boy was in the car again with the cell phone tightly in his grip, his expression filled with annoyance.

He fiddled for his keys, then finally turned on the ignition.

"um… what are you doing?" I asked confused, watching him throw out his old cigarette and light himself another new one.

"Get out"

Get out? Was this guy for real?

"That's a pretty strong command for someone who came to ask for help from a girl about cars" I snapped
"I can't take you with me"

Am I going crazy or was he here for my help? To get HIS car fixed. Why's he leaving when I'm not even done yet?
"But I'm not don-"

Frustrated, he let out a heavy breath and the smell nicotine seeped into my nostrils as he checked his watch. He threw his right arm behind my seat and quickly shifted the car in reverse.
The impact was so sudden, that I fell forward, almost hitting the dashboard.

"What the hell dude? I said I'm not done! Are you deaf or something? And plus the freaking door is still open?"

I gripped into onto the seat, my nails digging into the leather. I looked frantically from him to the open door swinging violently beside me.

"Then what are you just sitting there for? Close it!"

I looked at him once more, but then rapidly shut the door, right before we hitMain Street, right outside my dad's auto shop-wait…. MY DAD!

I struggled to get a good look of his office; dad had ran out of his office from the loud skid but I'm sure he didn't realize that I was in the car driving off.

"Hey! Hey um..." what was his name again? Did he ever even tell me?

"Matt" he simply replied while making a sharp turn, yours?

I should have figured plain all American car, plain all American name. But I shouldn't be one to talk; I mean Jackie isn't really exotic or non American either.

"Yeah um ... Jackie." Although I really don't think this is the right time we should be introducing each other. I mean, honestly, I'm in a fast moving car with some strange guy? Who knows what he's up to? "You need to quickly just drop me off please! My dad's back there, he's probably freaking out!"

He didn't answer me but keenly watched the road ahead.

"Matt…Matt?" when I got his attention, I faltered a bit "… Um can I please know where we're going? And what the hurry is anyway, that you have to drive like 100 miles a minute?" I blurted out my eyes racing from one car to another whizzing past and behind us, outside.

"Just shut up and I'll explain later"

Later? I think I should know now, don't you think? For all I know you might be some perverted kidnapper.

I shivered at the thought, no, okay, maybe that was too drastic, but wait what if he is… What then? I mean he kind of looks like the type.

I glanced back at him, his structure almost slouchy and he had that whole cool guy with an emo twist thing going for him, which a lot of those dangerous guys have nowadays, even the poise and determination on his face was If his intentions are anything I think they are, that makes it even freakier.

"'veheardrunningnaroundtokoyo?"I blurted out in one breath.

That one sentence, well one word to be literal, was the only thing that had completely caught his attention this whole time.

Matt turned his head towards me, his eyes glaring at me through those tinted goggles, utterly confused.

He stared at me even longer, with a deep look of confusion and innocence?

Suddenly I heard a loud and deep obnoxious sound. I looked ahead and a truck was driving straight towards us?

"Hey! Keep your eyes on the road!" my hand quickly grabbed onto the wheel, swerving the car in the right direction. And just in time, any later and both of us would be wedged between those large tires.

The brown haired boy finally snapped out of his glare and took the wheel in his control again.

"No"

Huh? I was too shaken from the almost collision coarse we were about to have that I almost forgot what we were talking about before,

"So you're not trying to kidnap me?"

"No. I'm not. I'm just carrying out a mission-"

Mission? What mission? Don't tell me he's going to whip out some gadgets and call himself a spy later….

"I told you to get out of the car, but you didn't, as simple as that. This situation is very time sensitive, you see"

No, I don't.

I finally fell silent.

Maybe I was being too dramatic for this occasion. But still, that doesn't mean anything; I still don't know what's going on and where the hell we're headed.

My fingers tapped nervously against the window as I looked out through it, watching the buildings and cars rapidly pass by. I could tell you we were beyond the speed limit but I stayed silent, just because if I asked anymore questions this guy just might blow his top off. I was already annoying the hell out of him.

I spotted a large building quickly approaching, distinct from the others.

Sakura TV station?Is that where we're honestly going?

"So this is where your mission is? What are you going to do? Get yourself Ms. Takada's autograph?" I laughed at the thought.

Wow, this guy really is a dork.

He grumbled and looked at me with annoyance, "no" it sounded like that word should have come out of a 5 year old mouth not a 21 year old's. "I'm here for something else"

His gloved hand reached for something under his seat and I watched him struggle for it while he kept on driving.

A glint of success gleamed on his face when he finally reached it and pulled it out. It was a gun?

"YOU'RE GOING TO KILL MS. TAKADA!" I gasped, the thought was almost crazy.

"Eh? No, this isn't what this gun does. Don't you know that?"

"I'm not a guy, I wouldn't know in the first place"

"Well you awfully know a lot about cars, and you're a girl"

Funny how that goes, isn't it?

"That doesn't mean anything" I crossed my arms over my chest, eyeing him closely.

He just rolled his eyes, tossing me the gun.

I looked at him confused before throwing it on the floor. I refuse to ever use or hold a gun; it could take out a life. It's just plain wrong.

"Why'd you give me that?" I bit out.

"Might as well make yourself useful while you're here"

"What?"

"All I need you to do is when you see Ms. Takada, shoot at the ground close to her"
You know how I was confused before? Yeah, I'm triply times confused now... if triply is even a world.

Matt glanced at me from the corner of his eye, sensing my confusion.

"The thing is, from where I'm sitting I won't reach her, only you could and don't worry, it doesn't shoot bullets" he smirked noticing my fear of holding a gun.

"But I don't know how to handle a gun and frankly I refuse to hold one"

"Just do it. It's simple, you aim and then fire"

"But-"I thought for moment.

Can this really be a good idea? What if someone really does get hurt? And it'll all be my fault… But then again he said this thing doesn't shoot bullets.

"Fine, only if you tell me what's going on and why I have to do this"

"I told you, I'll explain later"

I huffed simply looking away from Matt, "fine, then find someone else to do it, I'm not going to"

He looked at me with much irritation before mumbling to himself. "It's like I'm talking to a five-year-old…"

"What was that?"

"Nothing-Just we don't have time" He nodded at the parking lot entrance we were already passing through, "Are you ready?"

"Huh, what?"

"The gun!"

"Oh right," I bent over and quickly picked up the metal gun by my feet and fiddled with it until I was holding it right, I think

Matt hastily rolled the window down and took a sharp turn so I was facing the crowd and most importantly Ms. Takada.

"You ready?"

I nodded childishly as my index finger rested on the trigger. Closing one eye, I tried to aim at the correct spot, but my hands were already shaking violently with nervousness.

"Hurry Jackie!"

"I can't" I suddenly shut both my eyes tightly, afraid to open them.

I've never used a gun before in my life, this is all too overwhelming, even if it doesn't shoot bullets, it's still a gun! What else would it shoot?

"God dammit" Matt swiftly removed his seat belt and leaned over my lap to reach my hand and hold up with me. "Girls these days…" he sighed, the smoke filling my nostrils, as he rested his finger over mine and pushed the trigger.

The loud intense noise could probably be heard for miles- not just the havoc and screams coming from the fans and people.
I opened my eyes suddenly to only see smoke filling the parking lot.

A smoke bomb? But in gun form… weird

Matt let go of my hand and the warm gun dropped on my lap.

"I told you it didn't shoot bullets" the ends of his pink lips formed into a grin.