Bike Rider
I loved the rides we had. I was so young, I had such potential. My end came that day. Sometimes I wonder how everything could have went completely different. Essi, I’m sorry. The Bike Rider you fell in love does no longer exist. A new me. A me that was forced upon me. Every night I sob, and recall the nightmare. It will never go away in my mind. I wish I died.
Steam flow through the vent nearby. We were in the second round of coal. The girls breathe heavily from their wrapped body. Their towel hid the precious jewels and pearls. I closed my heavy eyes and listened with ease on the conversation. Sometimes it’s fine to let go. My friends do the same on other times. It’s okay. The guys probably will ask them out like they usually do.
My gang and I joined in on a party the day after. These girls really knew how to dance, I have to say. We had a great evening. There wasn’t boring classmates or evil teachers here. It was a kind of relief to hang out with the gang. The five musketeers are what Leo usually called us. That’s exactly what we are, musketeers. We’re the heroes in this town, strong and noble. Then I was struck by the lightning.
Lights flashed at the dance floor. Drinks were served as fast as the dance moves. I moved around with a hot chick. It feels like I’m in a nightclub. I’ve never been to a nightclub, but I’ve seen movies. Well, fine! Bad excuse to not knowing how nightclubs are. I’m only fifteen years old, alright mate? At least, I know one thing… how to dance.
Essi, my girl, was home watching anime. She’s not the hottest in our class, but she’s the best. Her reading skill amazes me. On her shelves, hundreds of awards! All from gold medallions to trophy’s on her shelves. I had to install more shelves after they ran out. Diplomas from other school’s competitions will absolutely land her on the best high school in our town. These reading skills are very handy when it comes to be the best. I love it. This girl has style and attitude too. I remember the first time we met in fourth grade. You don’t want to mess with this girl! She will fuck you up! What happened was that this stubborn girl in our class stole Essi’s manga. Essi searched the whole school but couldn’t find it. It wasn’t until my friend told Essi about this stubborn girl. Do you know what Essi did? Well, she fucked her up! I can’t go in detail. But let us say that the stubborn girl became the afraid-of-Essi girl.
My dancing partner started to get bored and she asked me if I wanted to follow her home. I told her that she’s not my type. She got furious and hit me in the stomach. It triggered my reflexed so I hit her right on her chin. The girl fell to the floor and every one stared at the scene. Then a huge kid stood out of the crowd. He must have been twice my height.
“What are you doing kid?” The huge kid said.
“Haven’t anyone taught you manner”
I shrugged.
“She had it coming,” I said.
“Hitting me isn’t a good idea”
The huge kid chuckled. And then he smiled.
“You think that you’re so tough kid,” he said.
“But I’ll teach one thing about hitting girls”
“Whatever dude!” I said.
“I’m leaving. This party sucks anyway!”
I turned around and then something hit me. Everything became blurry. The crowd shouted around me. Then I went high in the air. I tried to get myself free, but with no success. My sight began to come back. The huge kid seemed to hold me up in the air with another huge kid. We were out in the street. It was dark. So, where were them? Where the hell was my friends?! They were nowhere to be found. It was cold out here. I started to shiver now. The crowd shouted so high that I couldn’t hear myself.
“Drop me!” I shouted.
Nobody heard me. But terror occurred upon me. It went so fast. They threw me onto the road. My body must have been broken. I felt pain all over me, still fearing the inevitable. Will it happen? Will it? Light came brighter for every second. The worst is here. I’m very lucky. Crash! My legs flew off. Bleeding went straight out with red pure blood. That day started it, my miserable life. I always come back to it. The truck, which made my legs die. At least I’m not completely dead, but I wish I was.
Bike Rider
I loved the rides we had. I was so young, I had such potential. My end came that day. Sometimes I wonder how everything could have went completely different. Essi, I’m sorry. The Bike Rider you fell in love does no longer exist. A new me. A me that was forced upon me. Every night I sob, and recall the nightmare. It will never go away in my mind. I wish I died.
Steam flow through the vent nearby. We were in the second round of coal. The girls breathe heavily from their wrapped body. Their towel hid the precious jewels and pearls. I closed my heavy eyes and listened with ease on the conversation. Sometimes it’s fine to let go. My friends do the same on other times. It’s okay. The guys probably will ask them out like they usually do.
My gang and I joined in on a party the day after. These girls really knew how to dance, I have to say. We had a great evening. There wasn’t boring classmates or evil teachers here. It was a kind of relief to hang out with the gang. The five musketeers are what Leo usually called us. That’s exactly what we are, musketeers. We’re the heroes in this town, strong and noble. Then I was struck by the lightning.
Lights flashed at the dance floor. Drinks were served as fast as the dance moves. I moved around with a hot chick. It feels like I’m in a nightclub. I’ve never been to a nightclub, but I’ve seen movies. Well, fine! Bad excuse to not knowing how nightclubs are. I’m only fifteen years old, alright mate? At least, I know one thing… how to dance.
Essi, my girl, was home watching anime. She’s not the hottest in our class, but she’s the best. Her reading skill amazes me. On her shelves, hundreds of awards! All from gold medallions to trophy’s on her shelves. I had to install more shelves after they ran out. Diplomas from other school’s competitions will absolutely land her on the best high school in our town. These reading skills are very handy when it comes to be the best. I love it. This girl has style and attitude too. I remember the first time we met in fourth grade. You don’t want to mess with this girl! She will fuck you up! What happened was that this stubborn girl in our class stole Essi’s manga. Essi searched the whole school but couldn’t find it. It wasn’t until my friend told Essi about this stubborn girl. Do you know what Essi did? Well, she fucked her up! I can’t go in detail. But let us say that the stubborn girl became the afraid-of-Essi girl.
My dancing partner started to get bored and she asked me if I wanted to follow her home. I told her that she’s not my type. She got furious and hit me in the stomach. It triggered my reflexed so I hit her right on her chin. The girl fell to the floor and every one stared at the scene. Then a huge kid stood out of the crowd. He must have been twice my height.
“What are you doing kid?” The huge kid said.
“Haven’t anyone taught you manner”
I shrugged.
“She had it coming,” I said.
“Hitting me isn’t a good idea”
The huge kid chuckled. And then he smiled.
“You think that you’re so tough kid,” he said.
“But I’ll teach one thing about hitting girls”
“Whatever dude!” I said.
“I’m leaving. This party sucks anyway!”
I turned around and then something hit me. Everything became blurry. The crowd shouted around me. Then I went high in the air. I tried to get myself free, but with no success. My sight began to come back. The huge kid seemed to hold me up in the air with another huge kid. We were out in the street. It was dark. So, where were them? Where the hell was my friends?! They were nowhere to be found. It was cold out here. I started to shiver now. The crowd shouted so high that I couldn’t hear myself.
“Drop me!” I shouted.
Nobody heard me. But terror occurred upon me. It went so fast. They threw me onto the road. My body must have been broken. I felt pain all over me, still fearing the inevitable. Will it happen? Will it? Light came brighter for every second. The worst is here. I’m very lucky. Crash! My legs flew off. Bleeding went straight out with red pure blood. That day started it, my miserable life. I always come back to it. The truck, which made my legs die. At least I’m not completely dead, but I wish I was.