Letting out a whine, she looked down at the seat of the bike as he, once again, told her to go. "I like books," she lied. After a moment, she sighed. "Fine," she grumbled, sliding off the bike and standing. "Go to the bookstore," she said, stuffing her hands in her pockets.
This was why she never should have come to this stupid college. She wasn't allowed to set the labs on fire - her manual said so - she couldn't crash things on campus, and the students didn't even let her ride on their sweet motorcycles. What kind of communist hell was this place?