Neo
Neo woke up the morning after the break-in at Charleston Manor feeling rather sleep-deprived. He was stuck in that moment the night before, with the blue and red lights from the police cars flashing through the trees and bushes, dancing across his jean jacket. The other guys had taken off right away, but Neo had to see if she was okay. He had watched her for a few minutes before heading back to his home above the garage at the filling station.
The girl had actually been on his mind since she first arrived at the filling station in her worn out Chevy Blazer. Throughout that whole day after her arrival, he'd tried to recall her features, assuming he'd never see her again. Her hair was curly, nearly black, grown out a couple of inches past her shoulders. Her skin was the color of brown
