“Did you know the school’s closed on Friday?” Logan asked her, his lips rising in a smile.
Hana shook her head and knitted her brow. “No. Why?”
“Oh! It’s awesome,” Pete raved. “I love the V8 races. The cars race around town for three days starting on the Friday. The main race is always on Sunday. The white lines are on Mill Street already. I’m going down later with my ride to do some racing. I do it every year. You should come, Logan.”
Logan laughed. “Er, no thanks,” he replied. “You rev that heap of crap and it’ll drop its bumper on the track.”
“Yeah but school’s closed. If you don’t wanna come revving with me, you could come to the Friday heats. You might as well. The sports department always get drunk in the beer tent. Best day of the year; better than Christmas.”
“Whatever.” Logan
