CHAPTER EIGHT
I rode my bike through the streets of Golden City slowly, partly due to how exhausted I was from my fight with the ninja, but also partly due to the fact that my glasses were still cracked. I had to go slowly so I wouldn’t accidentally run into someone or something else, although I took a back route that would allow me to avoid most of the people and traffic. I didn’t stop anywhere to grab a bite to eat, mostly because I wasn’t hungry, but also because I just wanted to get home. I thought I saw a ninja hiding in every shadow and on top of every building, but whenever I looked, I would see nothing, except for maybe a dog or a cat every now and then.
I still didn’t relax or slow down until I arrived at my house. It was a typical suburban house located on the outskirts of the
