Cycles

Jack

"Oh My Goodness! Jack are you really going?"

"Yeah, Mom! The tickets are right in front of you."

"Well, Jack I thought that after your..."

"Mom, it's okay, I can do this."

"I know I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I know" 

Jack loved his mom. She was sweet and forgiving, and was handling her self so well after... Well, he loved her. And he had just told her he was going to France for an amateur Tour De France. It will take bikers all over the world through France and there is no competition, just cruising on a bicycle slowly or quickly through Paris and more towns with out pressure. 

Jack loved biking, and he wanted this trip to get him out of his fear from what happened last time. There was blood and screaming and...

"Jack, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah mom, sorry"

"Well, when are you leaving?"

"Oh, about a week from now..."

"A WEEK! Jack you better get packing then!"

"Okay, Mom, okay" Jack's mom playfully pushed him upstairs to his room.

Jack's room was plain but had what he needed. He went to his closet and pulled out his suitcase and dusted it. The last time he went on a trip was with his dad, on the Appalachian Mountains, trekking the toughest trails. Bicycles was basically his life. His dad talk him how to pedal before he could even walk.

Good times. Jack blinks and starts packing.

He can't wait, school just finished but he didn't really care about collage. He just wanted to find a girl and settle down and cycle.

Once in France they all have a week to practice, another for the trail, and two more for fun. And Jack wanted to spend each moment wisely. Jack really hoped he would meet new people.

Most of friends went to other states for collage or just didn't talk to him anymore.

He wanted real friends, and love.