chapter five
TREY
Tuesday morning, I’m cruising down the highway when I feel my car jolt down, descending into a hole that was probably meant to connect Belize City to China.
I wince as the sound of dismantled car parts resound on the busy street. I slowly climb out of the hole, dismayed by the loud clanking coming from my vehicle.
This is not good.
I steer the car to the other side of the road so that cars behind me can pass. My vehicle limps angrily along and then suddenly shuts down.
I climb out of the car and press the hood open to see if by some miracle, I can locate the problem and fix it.
The innards of a car are as understandable to me as a long and complex math problem.
I see a huge battery thing that I assume is the engine and a bunch of tubes and wires crisscrossing each
