Ricky woke up to the sound of loud karate noises and attacks. He had fallen asleep watching an old kung-fu movie again. He rubbed his head as he ascended from his bed. The first thing he done was spray himself with deodorant. He wasn't necessarily dirty as he had just had a shower the night before, but a little deodorant never hurt anybody. He grabbed the small, old Ipod from his windowsill and slid it into his pocket. His father was already at work and had no time to say goodbye to Ricky. Ricky didn't mind, he had grown accustomed to it over the years. 

He promptly moved through the small flat to the kitchen where he prepared himself a slice of toast which he promptly ate while getting dressed. He wore an open leather jacket with a white 'wife-beater' vest underneath and a pair of jeans. His shoes were the same ones he wore practically everyday. Worn down sneakers that served their purpose rather well. 

He made his way down through the flat block and to the bottom floor where his bike was chained up against a radiator. The bike was nothing special, just some old BMX he had found in a junkyard and had polished up and refurbished. He got on the bike, plugged his earbuds into his ipod and began cycling whilst listening to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R96d5-iBDOo&feature=kp]music.[/url]

He was soon at the university he would be attending for the next while. He entered through the gates before sitting on a bench. Paul, his best friend had not yet arrived and he hadn't met anyone else at the university who he could consider 'not a dick' as of yet so he thought it safer just to wait.