I can't stop smrinsg as I walk toward our small house. The conversation with the mysterious racer didn't go how I wanted, but I got something she didn't know she gave me. When she turned her head quickly to escape, a few strands of long dark hair slipped out from under her helmet. It's not much, but it's a clue.
Finally, something to work with. The excitement bubbles in my chest. Everyone at school won't shut up about how amazing this anonymous racer is. I'm getting tired of hearing it. She's good, I'll give her that, but the way people talk about her like she's some racing goddess is annoying.
I chased her for miles through the back streets, but she knew the area better than I thought. One second her taillight was right there, the next she vanished down some alley I didn't even know exi
