Orion was on his motorcycle, On his back was a backback. For all his life he was fighting for himself. Sense he was ins chool. Growing up learning to fend for himself. But deeep down he kept his rage in tact. Rage of years from abuse from his father, and bullies. He wearing a red shirt, with black jeans, a leather jacket and boots. He parked his bike by a car and got off. Orion looked over at the girl who arived earlier