21. THREE KIDS AND A GRANNY
Sasha sat on her bike, her hands gripping the handles and her gaze fixed on the busy road ahead of her. "?" A light breeze blew, causing her hair to dance in small waves and her skirt to hover gently.
BEEP - BEEP!
The cars on the road communicated with their honks, as Fridays were always busy in the city. Sasha could not help but wonder what would have happened had she brought her bike the day before. Would she have ridden the train with Kay?
Regardless, she was injured and could not support her own weight on the bike.
"Spirits exist, huh? She told herself.
Even though she had told her uncle about it the day before, his response was completely unexpected.--
--"You should rest up cakie, you've have a pretty rough day."--
