After the gym’s chaos subsided, I headed to the school parking lot, still basking in the post-performance glow.
People around the school were waving at me and throwing thumbs up in my direction as their form of congratulating me on being able to give such a beautiful performance.
As I walked, I couldn't stop smiling and who could blame me. I felt extremely happy for coming out victorious in something I had set mind to.
My sneakers moved against the ground as I replayed the scene in my head: the cheers, the applause, even Ryan’s unexpected defense.
It was all so much that I thought I might burst due to excitement.
I felt unstoppable, like nothing could ruin this moment.
That’s when I saw it.
An expensive, black motorcycle gleamed under the dim light of the parking lot. Its polish
