Trick shut his engine off and locked his bike in the small garage next to the community home. Sighing, Trick pulled his helmet, leather gloves and leather jacket off as he began climbing the stairs to his shared room. "Oi! Trick! Come get some food!"A shrill female voice called after him. It was Tracey the head of the home."Nah, I'm right."He called back, trudging up the stairs. When he reached his room the door was already open, so he simply walked in and shoved his stuff in his bag. Trick couldn't wait till tomorrow, seeing as it meant he wouldn't have to be around the home for a whole day again, like he usually did.
















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