Logan Walker

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Red Ember High was the top astonishing private colleges of all the States. It's uniqueness and education is what everyone has got the school hooked despite its high tuition fees.

One factor in Red Ember was it's ranks varying on everyone's socioeconomic status. The students were split into three groups: Azaraths were the top ranking students. The sons and daughters of the wealthy billionaires throughout the campus. Red is the color that Azaraths possess to symbolize their group. Amaraths are the second ranking students. The children of important political people. They can't be compared to Azaraths since the gap between them and Azaraths were huge. Yellow is the color that Amaraths possess to symbolize their group.

And lastly, Aeriths. They are ranked last due to students who are mostly scholars and taken in with the school's pity. Despite their rank, Aeriths are considered as the smartest group in Red Ember High. Green is the color that Aeriths possess to symbolize their group.

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Everyone was watching the Dirt Biking Champion of Red Ember High—Logan—practicing for his big game next week. His older brother was good at Hockey, but he was even better with a bike.

Out of sheer curiousity, you peek through the crowds, the sound of an engine revving cursed your ears in grimaces. Your eyes glimmered seeing a dirt bike and it's occupant. He wore tight leather biking gear laced with red to mark he was an Azarath, a black helmet with a skull pattern on it.

He swiveled around the course, dirt and debris flying everywhere as everyone cheered as they watched in awe as the biker maneuvered around the dirt course with extreme jumps and landing gracefully.

The Husqvarna FC 450 came to a halt as Logan got off his bike. Screams erupted in the crowd you were in as Logan took off his helmet, drenched blonde hair and tired brown eyes didn't even bother looking at the crowds; He knew you were watching, after all he saw you amongst the crowds.