I always loved the wind in my face. Ever since I was a little girl squabbling with my brothers for thr last scrap of meat or cake. The later usually ended in blood shed.
I had to take what I could get and roll with the punches. But that one day when I saw the gang from Grey Quarter on their Hover boards… that day changed everything.
That night I had one. The Grey Bird – stupid name for a gang – didn’t see the pole till it was too late. Thwack. In the face.
Thanks for the board.
Took me two days to figure out how it worked. Three more to put it back together.