I sat on my small bed, staring at the ceiling as reality crashed down on me like a cold wave. Registering for the race had been the easy part - just typing fake information into a computer. But now I had to face the impossible truth: I had less than eight hours to find a motorcycle, figure out how to get to the race, and somehow convince Mama to let me stay out all night.
What was I thinking? The question echoed in my mind as panic started to set in. I don't even have a bike. How can I race without a bike?
But underneath the fear, there was something else - a stubborn determination that refused to let me give up. I'd spent two years having every decision made for me, every move controlled by someone else. I wasn't going to back down now just because it seemed impossible.
I took a deep b
