Enchanted Realm

David’s P.O.V.

After hours of playing various musical instruments in the Music Room, our tummies hungrily screamed for food. We decided to eat lunch at the cafeteria, and after that, we headed straight to the parking lot where my motorbike was parked.

Being smart, I perfected the written and actual exam for teenager motorcycle licensing here in Quego Del Mar, so I immediately got a license at the age of sixteen. Thanks to my sister, Diane, who bought me a motorcycle as my birthday gift.

“Hmm, w-where are we going?” Helena asked me out of astonishment. I noticed how she stammered.

“You’ll see when we get there, but first… you have to wear this,” I told her before giving Helena the red helmet I used to carry in my top box while wearing my black helmet. It was a good thing that my elder sister liked the color red as well.