“I’m not an idiot,” muttered the tall tanned girl as she jumped off of her bike. The mobile phone in her hand which she had propped up to a pierced ear buzzed angrily, she grimaced as the shrill voice of her mother sounded down the speaker of the phone. “I’ll be careful.” She promised, the dry tone sounding more pronounced as she kicked the dusty ground under her boot “Look!” she finally exploded “I’m a big girl mum, it’s not like I’ve come unarmed, I just needed a drive!” she finished curtly “Look I love you, I’ll see you later.” She promised with a sigh. Shaking her head, she clicked the red button on the phone and ended the call.
Brushing a strand of dark hair out of her eyes, she turned back to the open sandy wasteland. By all rights she knew it was dangerous out here, but there was something so thrilling about the danger that had drawn her to the fields. She leant against the giant motorbike (a gift from her mother) it was a classic design, and it had taken a lot of work to get it going again, but thankfully she’d bribed one of the mechanics, and it had turned out a treat! She smiled lightly as the wind gently tossed the golden yellow grains of sand across the plains, this place was heaven. She scoffed and mentally slapped herself for the thought how could you find Heaven in such a hell.