Hilda had no idea where she was. No buildings looked familiar, the people didn't look friendly, and the street names were foreign. It was as if she was in a different world. One she had never seen before. And she loved it. Riding her bike through the smooth streets on the West Side. Riding her bike here felt as though she was gliding.

In reality, she has seen these buildings before. She knows most of these street names by heart. She even recognizes some of the people she rode past. She has lived in this city her whole life after all. She just didn't live on this side. The Privileged side, as her mother calls it. The side who seemed to have it all. Good jobs, good cars, good homes. Good everything.

While the roads were smooth, there was another reason for her to make the trip all the way over here. That reason being the people. All the looks of annoyance and uneasiness they give her, filled Hilda with glee. Seeing a girl from the East Side must've irked the residents. Being in a place she doesn't belong, riding a loud bike and disrupting the neighborhood's tranquility. Despite all the weird looks she gets, they've never made an attempt to talk to her. Which was just fine to Hilda.

She doesn't want to talk to any of them. She doesn't want to hear them talk about what a nuisance she is. She knows she is and she's proud of it. She loves annoying them. Especially since they can't stop her. Even if anyone called out to her, the roar of the engine prevented her from hearing.

Hilda had been riding around like a nuisance for almost ten minutes. She figured she had her fun and was about to leave. Before she did, however, she decided to make a quick dip into a cul-de-sac. The short stretch of road leading into a half circle of houses was fun to ride in, especially when there were people outside enjoying the summer day. Seeing their faces twist with anger was just too funny.

When Hilda got into the first curve of the dead end street, she got as close to the curb as she could and sped up. Having a closer view of the faces made it all the better. She had her fun and was about to turn back onto the straight part of the road, when her bike's engine stopped. With her bike stopping so suddenly, she panicked, and braked. She even slammed her feet onto the ground in an attempt to slow faster.

As her boots scraped and her tires screeched, she got closer and closer to the back of a parked pickup. A wave of euphoria washed over her when she stopped not even a foot away from the truck bed. Letting out the breath she held, Hilda attempted to start up her bike.

She backed up enough to be able to pull away from the truck. Changing her bike's gear to neutral and pulling the clutch, she pressed the ignition button. Silence.

'Shit,' thought Hilda. She let go of the clutch then pulled it again. She pressed the ignition. Silence. After making sure she wasn't touching the kill switch, Hilda looked to the keys. Just as she was about to remove and reinsert them, someone called to her.

"You're annoying, you know that?"

Hilda looked to her right and saw a girl, around her age, with blue hair. Her hands were on her hips and her brows were furrowed.

"W-what?" asked Hilda. Having someone suddenly talk to her threw her off guard.

"I said, you're annoying," said the girl. "What? Did driving that thing around all day make you go deaf?"

'Who is this?' thought Hilda.

"Are you going to say anything?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm someone who lives in the neighborhood you keep terrorizing. Who are you?"

"None of your business."

Hilda turned away from the girl and focused on her bike. She took the keys out and back in, turned them, then pressed the ignition. Still nothing.

'Shit, shit, shit,' Hilda thought. She attempted to start the bike a few more times before she gave up. A sigh escaped her mouth as she hung her head in shame. Though the feeling was quickly lost when the other girl said something. Instead of feeling mortified, Hilda became piqued.

"Aren't you gonna leave?" said the blue haired girl. Hilda turned to the girl with a scowl.

"I was going to, but my bike won't start."

"I'm surprised that old piece of junk even managed to bring you here."

Hilda stood from her bike and stepped towards the girl, her bike falling over in the process. Her hasty attempt to prop the kickstand having failed. Now standing, she realized she had a few inches on the girl. The blue-head had to tilt her chin up. Being much closer, Hilda was able to take note of the girl's facial features. She also noticed just how clear the girl's skin was. Hilda could see no major flaws. No zits, ugly moles, or blemishes of any kind. It looked as if she had washed it just before stepping outside. Unlike Hilda's skin, which was usually greasy and sweaty. Her face was very much acne prone.

"What did you say?" asked Hilda. She sat aside the girl's physical appearance due to her anger.

"What? Didn't you know that old stuff tends to fail?"

Hilda said nothing more. But she stood over the girl, causing her to crane her neck even more. It wasn't the first time she's intimidated someone this way. While it has led to fights before, she felt she could take the girl on. She also knew she would be willing to beat up the girl, if she wasn't one for fighting. Wouldn't be the first time.

But the smaller girl didn't budge. She only stared at Hilda. No sign of fear or regret on her face. This only pissed Hilda off more. She clenched her first and was about to bring it up, when the smaller girl said something.

"What are you gonna do? Hit me?" she said with her head leaning to the side. Hilda glanced in the direction and saw a couple neighbors standing in their yards, watching the two girls. Knowing she wouldn't get away with this fight, she relaxed herself. Without a word, she went to her bike, propped it back up, and kicked the kickstand up. She tried one last time to start it. Taking the keys out and back in and pressed the ignition. With a low and loud rumble, the bike started. Mentally letting out a sigh of relief, Hilda got ready to pull away and go home. Before she did, she turned back to the girl. Only one word escaped her mouth, though whether it was heard or not she did not know.

"Bitch."