Let's Roll Out, Mate! [BOOK 1]

CHAPTER 5: HOWDY, NEW LAB

Edward's p.o.v

There are many things that were needed in the field of Science. Patience, precision or carefulness in some people's book and of course, precaution and logic.

Most of that went out the window as I sped down the road on my skateboard after Evelyn who was three feet ahead of me on her electric bike, Bolt.

The humid wind of Jasper, Nevada was pressing against my face as though it was the plastic wrap people use to wrap food. I body occasionally shuddered as the wheels of my skateboard traveled across the rough gravel road. I had my helmet and pads on for precaution of course, as did Evelyn.

I pressed my foot onto the gravel and gave a hard push, making me go faster. Now I was neck in neck with Evelyn. I gritted my teeth and tried to will my skateboard to go faster without passing the speed limit and landing myself in trouble.

I had to win this! The fate of my allowance is on the line here! If I lose, I can say goodbye to a good chunk of my wallet. We were only 5 minutes away from the barn now and out in the open, away from the road and away from the rules.

My sister twisted her bike's throttle making it burst forward with a new boost of power. I gave myself a boost as well.

My sister hit the brakes and stopped a meter or so away from the barn door. I jumped off my board and stepped onto the tail causing it to go up. I caught the nose and stood there taking in what would my new lab for the next few years as I held my board vertically beside me.

"Well, howdy." Evelyn said trying mimic a countryside farmer accent. Emphasis on the 'try'.

The barn was definitely old. Some the paint had peeled off a bit revealing the wood and brick underneath, the door hung on its hinges ajar, some of the windows were broken and ivy grew up a section of the barn wall. Despite all that, the barn had a type of beauty to it that made it intriguing in a way.

"So, I take that it was a tie?" Evelyn asked as she took her helmet off. 

"Yes." I replied instantly. Tie or not, I am not giving up at least 50% of my allowance to satisfy her hunger. As much as I love Eve, I've got limits.

I pushed the door aside and the two of us stepped inside. The smell of old wood and hay filled the air. Specks of dust flew around the air and the light reflected off them as though they were glitter. The floor was covered with patches of decaying hay and a beam or two looked like it was goanna collapse anytime soon. I noticed a pile of wooden crates on one side of the wall and saw a rusty pitchfork and an equally rusty shovel beside it.