Eddy zoomed down the sidewalk on his scooter, the wind whipping through his spiky, black hair. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, like a giant, melting popsicle. He could smell the exhaust from passing cars, but also the sweet scent of Mrs. Mala's honeysuckle bushes that spilled over her fence. He was on his way to the park, the usual meeting spot for him and his best...
