Helen Addyman
Max jumped into his scarlet sports car then paused, as he did every day, to breathe in the new car smell and enjoy the feel of the steering wheel. He reveled in his little rituals; the little reminders that he had most definitely arrived.
“Kitt, drive me home,” ordered Max.
Red lights danced on the dash. “Sure thing, Max.”
Max lay back in the driver’s seat, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. The Knight Rider-inspired add-on was one of their bestsellers. Well, what boy didn’t want a talking, self-driving car?
But even the car couldn’t shake his bad mood tonight. Max shifted in his seat as he replayed the day. James had really pushed him to the limit. Huh, should’ve known better than making my oldest mate my Chief Engineer, even if he is brilliant.
It’d really go
