Intro. I was sixteen years old, riding my motorbike home from school. That bike meant everything to me. My parents, Alessandro and Katie, had bought it for me not long ago. I still remembered the day they surprised me with it. My dad, Alessandro, handed me the keys with a proud smile, while my mom, Katie, reminded me over and over to ride safely. I promised them I would. Every time I started that engine, I thought about that promise.
That afternoon felt completely normal. School had just finished, and I was heading down the familiar road toward home. The sky was clear, and the air was cool against my jacket as I rode. The sound of the motorbike engine hummed beneath me, steady and powerful. Riding always made me feel free. All the stress from school disappeared when I was on that bike.
I remember thinking about home. My mom would probably already be there, maybe cooking dinner. My dad might be sitting at the table, asking me how my day was. It was just another ordinary day, and nothing abou