I felt out of place everywhere I went, but I tried to concentrate even in the most insignificant details I could see. It was a lot to take in, but I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I would think, and I didn't want to think of anything or anyone. Some houses had different colors; there were new trees and flowers under the neighborhood signs that weren't there before. I only wished I could have seen all these changes so I wouldn’t stay with memories. My memories were what I had left, and I had to bury them, find new goals, new adventures to rewrite over them.
Turning at the intersection, just a few steps away from my house. I stopped as the shiny bike reflected the twinkle of the streetlight. A silver-blue Ninja Motorcycle stood in front of my house. It looked new like three years was n
