<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/scattered_star_by_phoenixlu-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Saria Taylor<br/>17<br/>President For Lifes Daughter<br/><br/>Saria looked out the window of the plane. After a long period of arguments with her father he had finally been allowed to fly to Italy. Sicily to be exact. She had a small bodyguard detail but that was it. For the most part the secret service men looked like vacationing beach bums with a permit to carry armed weapons. She sighed as it was taking FOREVER to get there. The captian came over the intercom and informed them that their plane would be landing in five minutes in Sicilian airport Metroda Airspace. She sat up abruptly as that was the best news she had heard in hours. This flight felt like it had taken such a very, very long time. They landed and she stood only to be pulled down. Once everyone else was off the plan she and her five secret service men got up. Walking with her out of the plane. They grabbed their bags, and hers, before leading her out of the airport.<br/><br/>She frowned at the limosuine that was waiting for them outside. What part of inconspcious did her father not get? "I'm NOT getting in that. We're going to need to call for a different car. I want to be "normal" while here on vacation. End of story." She said. They urged her forwards but she refused to move. "I'd rather ride in a cab then that limo." She said with gritted teeth. What part of normal was so hard to understand by these people? The secret service leader named Bryan looked at her. "Ma'am we will change vehicles when we get to where we are staying. In the meantime I must insist that you get in the vehicle. The longer we stand here debating the more at risk you are." She sent him a withering look. "Fine. Fine. Whatever. You aren't going to listen anyways so fine." She said. Getting into the limo and grumbled about it the whole time.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the classy five star hotel she exited the limo and was surrounded by her secret service detail again. They gave her space but stayed close enough to protect her. The limo sent off and a large car was rented for them to drive around in. She went into the hotel and unpacked her bags. Putting her clothes away in drawers neatly. Putting on a bikini under her dress. She would be here a few weeks after all. She then sat down. Brushing out her dress (see image) before standing. Grabbing her cell phone and left the room. Her secret service men waiting for her outside the room. "I'm going to the beach. You can come with or not." She said. Wearing a bikini under her dress. She walked out of there. Her secret service men following. She walked outside and headed towards the beach. Opting to walk there instead of ride. She HATED how limited her life had become the past four years when her father became president for life.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A man watching the hotel spotted a young woman surrounded by five bodyguards. Flashing pictures he then hurried to go report to his boss. It seemed a beautiful young woman had come wiht bodyguards. Any "suspicious" activity was to be reported to the boss. He figured that a young woman of about eighteen with her men would be considered suspicious. Plus she looked like the American President's daughter. He developed his pictures and went inside. His presence announced to the new boss. "Sir...I brought you some interesting photographs. If you have a moment I'm sure it will be worth your time." He said in a rattish like voice. Setting the folder of photographs from all angles of the young woman he'd seen with secret service men before the new boss.</span>