Serial Rapist

You take care of the trash.

The nearest rundown neighborhood is just beyond your school. You know exactly how to get there from close to a years experience driving from your house to the High School.

Unfortunately you have to bike there. You can't afford the suspicion of asking for the car.

You lug your bike, which has been neglected since you began driving, out behind a pile of rubble that has collected in your garage. You swing your right leg over the machine and push with your left.

There is a moment of frictionlessness as you glide effortlessly down your driveway and through your neighborhood. However it isn't long before the feeling of weightlessness escapes you and you find your legs straining as they work to propel you forward.

You peddle down roads you know very well from years of bus rides and car rides. It's a different experience traveling on a bike. You keep instinctively wanting to turn blocks short of the actual turns you need to make.

The experience overall isn't too pleasant, either. At first the wind was a welcome break from the heat, but now wind lashes in your face and your legs hurt. But after this you'll get pussy. That keeps you moving forward.