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Leena was riding her motorcycle down a dark deserted rode in the middle of the night. She was going faster than she should have been going, faster than she'd pushed the bike in a long time. Leena practically flew down a hill and felt the wind blow through her hair as it hadn't in a long time. Her helmet was straped to the bike behind her instead of on her head where it was intended to be. But Leena didn't care. She knew the risks and had welcomed them.
Leena was comfortable on her bike, it was somewhere she felt secure, usually. Tonight it felt forign. One of the things Leena loved and found relaxing and freeing tonight had felt boring and incomplete. So Leena had incresed the risk factor, taken off her helmet and gone onto deserted and not quiet well kept roads to try and find what she had been looking for. A chance to be happy, to feel the wind around her, the bike beneath her.
Leena turned the bike back toward the school.
She wasn't getting what she wanted right now, what she needed.
Leena skidded to a full stop from her intense velocity and settled the bike into it's parking spot. Then grabbing the bag she had taken with her, Leena heading off into the night to another area of the school. She needed a way to make her feel something other than the cold numbness that was all around her. She had wanted to feel in control, but control of something so wild and risking it all had not been what she was after. So off she went to seach for something else. |