Need for Speed
Train up or…well, just quit
“Go faster,” Joanne said.
Faster? The trees were already screaming by in a blur, his legs ached, his breath burned in his chest. Roger couldn’t go any faster. He couldn’t even manage an objection.
“Faster!” she cried. “Go! Go! Go!”
Roger’s feet tangled, and he fell in a scraped, bruised heap on the pavement.