I thought this was going to be a crappy move. Then we pulled up to the new house on moving day. My new neighbor across the street was working on a 2005 Pontiac GTO.
"Dad, look at that awesome street racer."
"Yeah, that's cool, Zack." Dad remarked.
My dad's not into cars as much as I am. I have less than a year until I can get my driver's licence. It's all I can think about. I dream of being able to build my own car too. I just don't have enough money to get started.
His car wasn't anywhere near ready to race yet. It was still in pieces all over his garage. I wonder if he would talk shop with me?
I stared at the GTO every time I came to get another box. It was right there in front of me. Right across the street. I was getting tired of carrying boxes and looking at the GTO helped pass the time.
My room looks out over the street. I have a perfect view of his garage and that GTO. I'm supposed to be setting up my room. Instead I'm staring out the window.
Mom interrupts my day dreaming with a reminder to finish my room.
"Didn't I hear about plans for a car show? I would like you to get your room done before then." Mom chuckled.
"Mom, that's not for another week yet!"
"I know, I know, but with all this daydreaming..."
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll get it done."
"If you say so," she laughed on her way out.
YOU ARE READING
From Hero to Racer
Teen FictionA teen boy struggles with his decision to help work on a neighbor's car. It's something he loves to do... but he's not getting paid. Follow along as he learns the true value of his time. This was originally written for a teaching site for teens age...
