CHAPTER EIGHT
V was for victory!
Outside, Cyrus hopped on his board and picked up speed. He bent his knees and swerved into a V and wove his way down the ramp. Cool evening air swirled past his face, blowing his hair under his helmet.
Now Becca would get off his case. He could make some money and maybe get an apartment of his own soon. Then he could listen to all the bad love songs he wanted and no one would complain.
He liked the ride home—a short, straight shot down North Milwaukee Avenue, where all the historic buildings, restaurants, and streetlights would be coming alive as he passed. Plenty of time to think.
He was cruising now. Only at the last minute when he reached the end of the block did he see a giant raven.
The raven didn’t budge.
He bailed, crashing onto the ground, th
