I slide down the rusty fire escape and crouch down as a floater passes by overhead. Pulling up a map, I sneak out of the alleyway and join the crush of people walking through the old streets. Squeezing through the crowd, I slip down a side alley and stop at a non-descript door. A quick flash of blue light is emitted as I place my hand against the plasma lock screen.
“Welcome home Queenie.” A monotone voice issues from a small speaker hidden in the wall. I open up my com-link and shoot off a message to the rest of my crew.
“Circle up Boarderz, I need to show you something, meet up at the Alley House in 3 hours.” I get a response from everybody before logging off and walking over to a bookshelf. I stare at the different objects on the shelf before grabbing a book titled “Hidden Secrets” . The wall makes a clunking sound as the bookshelf swings away from it, revealing a secret garage room. The garage is a standard garage, with the concrete floors and the tables and shelves for storage. In the very back of the room there is a table with a brand new top of the line hov-board laying on it. I whistle through my teeth as I make my way over to the table and send a message to Espen.
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“I.T you really outdid yourself this time.” I set my old board on the table and look at it sadly.
“You and I went through alot together, we made so many memories and had such fun times, but now it’s time to say goodbye.” A dinging sound shakes me out of my thoughts. It’s a message from Espen.
“I’m not the one to thank for the new board, that honor would go to Dinero.” I shake my head and sigh.
Dinero, otherwise known as Ricky, has had a crush on me since we first met each other in a dark club. Ricky is the only child of a neurosurgeon and a fashion model. When I first saw him, his perfectly tanned skin, jacked muscles, green eyes, long shaggy black hair, ripped jeans, and a flannel vest with no shirt underneath made him stick out like a sore thumb. He was the epitome of a rich boy trying to act like one of us. Something about him made me walk over, introduce myself and invite him into the gang.
“I should have known, I’ll thank him when you guys get here.” I walk back into the house and the bookshelf slides back into place as I stumble into the bedroom and collapse onto the bed. One hour later my alarm goes off and I drag myself out of bed, pick out some clothes, and hop into the shower. There’s a knock on the door as I’m getting dressed.
“Just a second! I just got out of the shower.” I throw my wet hair into a sloppy ponytail and open the front door.