Twenty-Four
Despite all the screaming, and shouting, and growl of motors, racing was not that exciting. The sleek cars zipped round and round the track, making left hand turn after left hand turn. I had to look away or I’d fall asleep from all the monotony. So, my back was turned when it happened.
The crash was a terrifying bang of metal and rubber and concrete and screams. I rushed down to the pavement to see two cars entwined with one another. One car bore a tire with wings. The other bore the emblem of a swastika.
My heart calmed as I heard Eagle shouting, climbing from his mangled car. His eyes connected with mine. His eyes were clear and focused. His feet were steady as he came to stand on the asphalt.
I heard one of the doctors call my name from the other car. When I turned I saw
