Author's Note

I love American Restoration. Me and my dad watch it all the time. I got soo addicted to it and I start daydreaming about it. One night I had this dream and I started writing it. Soon after I got addicted to it and I couldnt think straight anymore.

So I hope you like it! And review!

Restoring Memories

Danny's P.O.V

Danny.

That's my name. Danny with a Y.

I don't really know who I am. And I'm not those sort of spoiled brats who say that because they can't handle a broken nail or if they have a pimple on their healthy face.

It's true. You don't believe me? Well you and several hundred people.

I woke up in a bus stop in the middle of Las Vegas. I don't know how the hell I wound up there. I got up and now I've got these three adorable kids calling me their Big Sis and following me wherever I go.

I know very well that I can't leave them. The world is big and cruel to three kids who can't feed themselves. And I don't want them to end up how I did: lost and alone.

Other than the three squirts. There are three things I am most certain about. 1) I am a human girl. 2) I am alone and 3) I love messing around. And I mean it literally. I love to fix everything and anything.

Tyler would bring me a broken toy he found on the streets and I would make it move and fix it as best as I could. But we were four underaged minors out on the streets without parents or homes for that matter. Emphasis on UNDERAGED. How was I suppose to make it shine with the brand new out-of-the-box look?

I don't know how I managed to fix things. I don't know where I came from. I don't know who I am. But I do know we needed food. We needed shelter.

I found a shack in the outskirts of the city. It wasn't exactly Ceasar's palace (believe me, I've been there loads of times trying to nick people's winnings) But it got us through some storms and out in the dessert there are tons of sandstorms everyday.

Shelter was down.

All we needed was some food.

So like I said. I got my family (I think that's what we're called, I heard several adults call their kids that) by the day with some bread and food I scavenged from the dumpsters. I knew I needed a job. But no one in their right mind would hire a 15 year old kid.

Las Vegas is the gambling capital of the world (please don't ask how I know that).

And there are suckers out there who are stupid enough to leave their jackpot lying around. So I come home after a long day of 'work' and bring home bread with meat and some clothes for Tyler, Jilian and Macey. Just don't tell them what my 'job' is, I don't want to be a horrid example for them.

They're so adorable. I don't want them to think too badly of me. They're the only ones I've got. It's strange too. How they all look nothing like me.

I'd look in the black tinted limos or windows of the fast food diners and see the reflection of a girl with dirty uncombed Auburn hair and lost brown eyes.

Then I'd see Tyler with such beautiful black hair and black eyes. And Jilian and Macey who are most definitely twins. The same straight black hair as Tyler and the same deep dark eyes that make me want to drown in them. They were so innocent. I loved them. And I'd protect them with my life.

I wouldn't leave my three most precious people alone for 12 hours. What? Would you? No way in hell, right? For the first few weeks of being so completely new to the world, I brought them with me everywhere. But it got too tiring for my babies.

So I came to the next best thing.

I blackmailed some kid called Max to do my bidding. I took weeks to recover after we had our brawl in that alley. He was in big trouble with his boss (can't say. Part of our deal) and he owes me his life. This is as much as I can give out. But Max has siblings too so you can say we're 'kindred spirits', whatever that means.

And when I finally had my few precious hours of freedom I wandered into a different part of the city.

I was lured by the scent of oil and the sound of metals clashing against metal. I saw a sign with some lines that formed some sort of word. For several minutes I stared at the sign. Trying to remember how it looked like. And I heard a very excited voice yell "Rick you've done it again!"

My eyes flared. And my mind returned to the familiar sounds of metal banging against metal. And a strong arm carrying me away from the fire that always mesmerized me.

I looked up at the sign again. It was some miracle I could actually read it. "Rick's Restoration"

I knew I've stumbled across heaven.