Aatu sat there once he was alone and let a tear roll as he rubbed his shoulder some.. â€œShe may say all she wants about being not kind all the time, I donâ€™t believe it â€œ he chuckled and stood up wiping his eye â€œMother you and Father did a good jobâ€¦â€ he stretched and walked to his closet inspecting it for the suite he planned to wear in the morning. It was black with a white dress shirt, black vest, red tie, and black dress shoes. Once that was laid over his chair he walked to the deeper indent of his area with the hotspring and walked to a shelf in it that held some ribbons, he gathered a red ribbon in his hand and laid it with his clothes â€œThat will work with my hair well..â€ he smiled removing the blue ribbon currently in his hair and sat it where the red one had been. His lips smiled as he could still smell Savvyâ€™s scent. He walked and looked at his old sports jacket that read â€œSpiritâ€ on it thanks to a nick name he had had for a long time.<br/><br/>The light over his desk came on and he sat himself on the chair opening his planner flipping to the correct date â€œThatâ€™s rightâ€¦â€ he looked to the words<span style="font-style: italic">presidential candidates are to register by eight am and before announcements are made.</span>he had written the exact words down so he wouldnâ€™t forget. He found a blue envelope and opened it pulling out a registration page he had printed and filled out, that was soon place in his blazer pocket so it would not be left behind. Then he managed to walk to his bed and pass out. His body was sore and exhausted from marking the entire territory and dealing with Jasonâ€™s injury had given him a high that he was now complete drained and need sleep before he was to get up at 6:30a.m<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">The night was long and loud with all the thunder rolling and the flashes of bright lightning illuminating the atmosphere. Beck sat on his inflatable bed and was reading through his favorite manga â€˜Guilty Crownâ€™ his eyes scanning with extreamly guick motions his heart pounding as he learned the fate of his favorite char. His chest heaved a heavy sigh as he laid the book down and his head leaned back against the window sill. The faint and slow pitter pat of the rain soothed him till he fell asleep witting up against the wall. His dreams went from his family to wrapping up his cycle from the rainâ€¦<br/><br/>The morning came and Beck awoke on his front porch his clothes drentched but at least his bike was covered by a tarp. â€œWellâ€¦ it wasnâ€™t a dreamâ€¦â€ he stood and groaned with a crick in his neck. He form dragged itself into the trailer in the back where a shower was waiting for him with cold water. He washed off and dried after stepping out. His hands sorting through his bag as he desperately looked for jeans and a shirt plus his jacket. Soon he was dressed and nomming on a piece of burnt toast. His hand rubbing his eyes as he walked out and pulled the grey tarp from his precious Harley. A smile filled him as he went about getting his bag onto his back.<br/><br/>His trip would take thirty mins from trailer to main road, then another thrity to get the school turn then five to school. He figured it would be ok to get gas afterwards. He mounted and reved his engine before taking off. His helmet hid his face completely in a black film of plastic keeping the wind off. About ten minutes down the road he was met with a strang sight up ahead, a woman was laying mud covered slowly getting up â€œShitâ€¦â€ he exclaimed as he turned off the road and rode down to her skidding to a stop running to her keeping his helmet on â€œHeyâ€¦ heyâ€¦. Are you ok??â€ he asked kneeling beside her, his eyes noticing her lack of sight â€œDo you need a ride somewhere or something?â€</span>