I couldn't shake the anxious thoughts racing through my head as I hurried home from school. Every step felt urgent, like I was running out of time before something important slipped away from me.
Tonight. Finally tonight.
As soon as I reached Mama's apartment, I rushed to my small room and pulled out the old laptop from under my bed. Dust particles danced in the afternoon sunlight as I wiped down the screen and powered it up.
Please still work. Please.
The machine wheezed to life, and I quickly checked my email. There it was - the message I'd been waiting for from the underground racing organizers.
"Congratulations, Anonymous. Your prize is ready for collection. Pier warehouse district, Warehouse 7, midnight tonight. Come alone. Bring your bike for verification. - Underground Racing C
