Ride or Die

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It's not easy being the weirdo of the school, let me tell you that.
Especially if you're not actually the weirdo everyone says you are.
In my book, looks can be quite the deceiver. People believe you're one thing, but you're actually the other. Very relatable.

Today my alarm will not wake me, for it is Sunday, the last day before I have to return to the prison called school. Though I can understand a lot of things, I can never understand the logic of people who like school. In my mind, it's a place people go to just to get an education. And the social element of it? Total bullshit to me. If you want to have the social experience of school you have to fit in. For the people that don't fit in, like myself, it's considerably harder to make friends. Sure, I have one friend that I've known ever since we were kids. That's about it.

I mean, who else would want to be friends with the antisocial weirdo?

My schedule is too busy to deal with the people who talk shit about me. I have other things to do. Besides, I don't really care what they think of me. Actually, it's quite entertaining to watch them believe they're effecting me with everything they're saying. I have to focus on making money for myself.

My parents died a while ago, in a car collision that left me numb for months. My older brother, Leo, was there after the accident to help me get through it while dealing with his own problems. He is the most selfless person I know. But he left a year ago and I still have no idea where he is. I hope to myself he is okay.

So, money. I live alone, and it's not easy either. As much as I want to pack up and leave this town, I can't. I don't have enough money, and there are really no good houses on the market, so I've seen. I check weekly for new houses, bookmarking houses that interest me. The only reason I still go to school and refrain from switching to online learning is all because of a note Leo left me on the morning I woke up to see him gone.

Lyla,

I didn't want to leave. I swear to God I didn't. Please forgive me for this, even though I think you never will. Please stay in school, don't switch to online. Having the school experience is so much better, trust me on that. I will come back, I promise, please don't give up on me. I love you, sis.

-Leo Mason

I remember I shed so many tears on that day. He left over a long break, which meant I didn't have to face everyone for weeks after he left. I still have the note, I hung it on my refrigerator.

In just months I will be out of this school and into the real world, where I will be able to get a real job and look for Leo like I so desire.

I slump over to my refrigerator and open the doors, searching for food, but finding little.

Grabbing my purse, I walk outside and grab my helmet, twisting the key to my baby in the keyhole. The engine revs, filling me the adrenaline I get every time I ride it.

My motorcycle is one of the most valuable possessions I own, not because it's a motorcycle, but for two reasons. One, it reminds me of Leo, he always used to ride a motorcycle. Two, it makes me money.

Yes, I race my motorcycle. I have to make money to supply for myself somehow. It's illegal, yes, but it works. If we get caught, I have devised a plan of escape and other tracks I could race at. People call me the leopard, because I'm fast, unhesitating, and unpredictable.

Normally I race every other day, and yesterday I had made my way down to the track and collected a good 500 dollars. So today I would not race.