Once I parked in the university's lot, I tool my helmet off, and leaned back, placing it in my lap. I was able to get the best view of the stars I'd ever had. The last thing that went through my mind was this. If his concern and worry about was serious, then why is he the enemy?
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I woke up, still on my motorcycle, my helmet in my lap. Dawn was nearing. So, I yawned, went inside, took a shower, and brushed my hair, then cleaned my teeth before changing. I threw on a black crop, which had long white and black striped sleeves underneath, a pair of black, thigh-high shorts, paired with a belt, of course, and fish net tights. I also slipped on a dog collar with spikes and two chokers. Then I went out to the commons area to face the day head-on.