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I can't go back, I need to escape.

Why am I even on this monstrocity? It feels food, the wimd in my hair, I don't have a helmet. When did I become so careless?

The wind rops and tears at my face and hair. My eyes water but i don't dare let go of the grips.

Instead I fallow Midge's instructions. How did she talk me into buying this thing, I hate her, yet I love her for it. "Thanks Midge" I whisper to the wind before angling muself against the boke and its sleek exo skelelton.

After months of practice through the neighborhood I streak recklessly through traffic carried by a winlgess wasp Thats what I called the bike after midge and shown it to me. It looked like a black wasp, whith its pointed nose and bullet shape. The name stuck.

I felt the adrenaline rush Midge always talked about, the way everything became clear just before it would melt into a blur bhind me.

The road turned suddenly and I felt the back tire slip. My last sense was of thrill and fear.

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Cars slammed on their brakes, and tried to swirve out of the way as the motorcucle careened out of control. The girl was thown off, a car wond sheild brok her fall amd she rolled to the ground. A mini van rolled over the boke, crushing its perfect jet black exterior. Seconds later siren's raored and the street was blocked off.

Another bullet bike slid to a stop at the crash site, the rider pulled off her green and black hemet and pushed her way through the crowd, her leather clad body tightening. The rider staired in shock as the girl from the reck was being wheeled away.

"NO! WAIT!" the rider cried as she wrestled her way passed the police to her friends side.
"Ayda." Midge whispered with urgency, but clair didn't move, her broken body and torn face lay so still she could have been a photograph.

"Ayda!" Midge shrieked she turned to the medicle personel, "Do something!" They just stood there shaking their heads, not entirely sure how to tell the screaming red headed girl.

"DO SOMETHING!!!!!!" Midge cried out again and again, sinking to her knees. One of the doctors was talking but she couldn't here them, every thing blured together like one tear made watercolor painting.

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Its raining, thats all I know. Somehow I can feel it through the numbness.

How many days has it been? 1? 2? a month, maybe a year. It fells like an eternity. After the crash I think I died to. The worlds still a water color, unwanting to reveal the crystaline truth.

There was no open casket. I'm glad. I don't want her to see me like this. I tossed the oleander wrapped with jasmine as they lowered her casket. I turned and left.

Aida's gone. and my soul with her.

Its like that nursery rhyme. Humpty dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall and all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put humpty together again. Humptys the world. No matter what I do, the world just keeps falling apart.

I walk home through the rain, teetering on the edge of reality and sanity. The great thing about rain is that no one can see you cry, and that's what I did.

All our plans for world domination took a crash course right into the dumpster. It would have been just us, our bikes and our destination, the horizan. But now that horizanis a smudge on a gray watercolor, a bleak mesh of colorless nothing.

Someone had repaired our bought another wasp. It sat besdie my hornet untouched and gather dust.

The Midge'n'Aida team accompanied by there trust hornet and wasp is only me.

Midge and two bikes.


(Please don't put just oh that was good or oh that was terrible. I want more meat to the critique, thankyou ^^)

Thank you, but that last sentence didn't make any sense at all.

the ~~~~~ are scene changes, I'm also a screenwritter so I'm kinda caught up in the symbol lingo. ^^ and again thankyou I love helpfull critism.

sorry I am only now getting around to reading your story but In the end It just mite be a good thing. Being a pretty poor writer my self I would not dare give crutcy. but It did make me think. I just got a bike my self. It is my first and it is a gloss black rebel I call twilight.