The X-Men meets Stranger Things in this coming-of-age tale.
I, Nadine Jackson, believe in science and opportunities, not stories out of a comic book.
So as part of a school project, my friends Imogen 'Aria' Zhang, Marco Martinez, James Ryder and I...
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After the car chase was over, James, Marco, Aria, and I wiped the now-demolished Lamborghini free from our fingerprints, collected our backpacks, then took a bus to Harlem.
In the meantime, the news broadcasted a recent speed chase occurring in Manhattan.
Reporters claimed that four, mysterious juvenile delinquents drove away from the damage caused by a malfunctioning subway train.
They suspected that we might have stolen a blue Lamborghini from a wealthy socialite, and took a reckless drive across the street.
Of course, they didn't mention the fact that we were going under 110 miles per hour.
Or the fact that two cops tried to murder us. Instead, the news reporters just kept repeating the story over and over again.
Right now, the cops are investigating the case, but so far, the only mystery they couldn't solve, is why the car disappeared into thin air.
James told us not to think about it too much.
Boarding onto a small, white bus, we put on our heavy jackets, paid for the fare, head over to the back of the bus, then sat down.
Counting our change, the overweight bus driver with no hair asked us where we are going.
"Harlem, " James responded simply.
The driver looked surprised. "Uh, isn't that far away?"
"I'll pay you more if you take us there." James promised.
A brown, bushy eyebrow was raised.
"Are you bribing me?" the driver accused.
James rolled his eyes, "Do you want the money or not?"
The bus driver sighs as closes the door to the automobile, swerve the key into the ignition, and speed along the road.
Even though he didn't answer James' question straight away, I knew the driver hates his measly paycheck.
Good. I think, sighing in relief.
Now the police are off our tail, we can go to Harlem without any conflict.
Yawning, Aria leaned her head against my shoulders.
Her shirt is soaked with sweat and dirt; Aria's face appears to be exhausted from the time she was driving in a stuffy car.
James, who sat beside me, asked Aria if she is okay.
"No, " she mumbled. "Not really."
I nod silently. "It's okay. At least we're going to Harlem."
Rubbing Aria's shoulders, Marco is seated next to Aria, trying to get her to relax.
"Hey, " Marco is started to say. "Everything is going to be alright. Don't be scared."
