TWENTY FIVE

NORA

As Jordan started the bike, I could feel my heart racing. I carefully put on the helmet, my hands trembling slightly as I fumbled with the straps.

Finally, I got it in place and held on to the tip of his shirt, clinging for dear life as we zoomed out of the school.

The wind whipped through my hair, and I could feel my pulse quicken with every bump in the road. I had never felt so alive, and yet so scared, all at the same time.

"Hold on tight!" I heard him shout over the roar of the bike's engine.

But my fear had already taken hold, and I found myself frozen in place. He accelerated, and I bounced against his back, clutching his shirt with all my might. I could feel the bike swerving and accelerating, and I shut my eyes tight, not daring to look ahead.

All I could do was hold on and pray that we would make it to our destination in one piece.

As the bike glided along the smooth road, I found myself starting to relax, almost enjoying the sensation of the wind rushing past me. But