CHAPTER FOUR
The alley behind Becca's apartment building was narrow, long enough for Cyrus to get a good run on his electric skateboard before rocketing out into the streets. He leaned forward and down, with the chicken wing-shaped remote control strapped to his wrist. He adjusted his black helmet, stickered all over with his favorite band logos and random stickers he collected over the years.
He caught a straight stretch and the board’s motor hit full whine as he wove between cars whose drivers honked at him. He blew through a stop sign and hit his max speed as a sense of calm washed over him.
He'd had this board for several years, and it saved him an ungodly amount of money on public transit. Why take the train or bus when he could ride? It was a warm spring day in Chicago, the kind o
