Chapter 2
When I got home, I threw the bike over my shoulder and marched up the four flights of stairs to our apartment. This thing was light as a feather, and it rode like a dream, seriously nice! I still couldn"t believe Miranda had just given it to me like it was no big deal. Rich folks are funny like that I guess.
I had just opened the fire door onto our hallway and already I could hear my mom and her new boyfriend screaming at each other. Well, at least he didn"t hit her like the last guy she shacked up with, so there was that. I slipped in as quietly as I could, closed the door to my bedroom and put on my headphones to drown out the shouting.
As usual, my little brother was nowhere to be seen. He was probably out running with his gang-banger friends. My brother might be a poor ju
