Raisel didn't pay attention to the cars around him, so he never noticed the curious eyes that watched him. Once he finished his phone conversation. He stuffed it in his bag, got everything secure, then put the helmet over his odd colored hair. With a quick glance around the parking lot, he drove off. It took him only seven minutes to reach his apartment, a building that looked sad next to his shiny bike. Rather, the building looked cheap as hell which was exactly what it was, but Raisel was paying for it all himself. He locked up his bike even though he only took his camera and school things inside, changed into an outfit suited for clubbing, and headed out again five minutes later. He turned toward the busy center of the town where the Blue Lagoon lay."