Ella always thought of motorcycles as death vehicles, when Olivia— her dearest friend— asked her if she wanted to go for a ride she said ‘yes’.”

Looking back on it, she wasn’t really sure as to why. _Mabye, _she thought, _it was just a ‘in the heat of the moment’ kind of thing._

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_ _At first, everything was going smoothly— that was, until Olivia made a right turn too quickly and hit a bump— Ella, who had always been a bit clumsy, let her hand slip away from Olivia’s waist.

Ella’s life flashed before her terrified eyes. Was this really going to be the end? If she fell, not only would she hit the ground and get many bruises and possible broken bones, but, she would also get ran over by the ongoing traffic.

Very suddenly, she was pulled back up onto the motorcycle. It took her a few seconds to process what had happened. Olivia, who was always prepared for some thing like this— she knew how clumsy Ella was— was able to quickly grab Ella by her shirt collar and lift her back up onto the motorcycle. It was good to have a friend like Olivia, even though it was her motorcycle that got her into this mess, by her side. She’ll never forget that.