Chapter 8: Reckless

< Shirley > It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die—well, that was happening with me. Because my joyous life was about to come to an end; thanks to a man named Dylan Lewiston. I skipped past the swarm of people, my legs running as fast as possible. Only a few minutes were left before the clock hit ten. The reason I was in this condition—I overslept. I thought I would reach our meeting place on time if I drove at a crazy speed, even if that meant breaking the traffic rules—not that I ever cared about it. But since I was always the unluckiest one, my car decided to break down in the middle of the traffic. That too in the rush hour meant no cabs. Deserting my car in the traffic, not caring about the consequences and how much trouble it would cause to the busy people of the city, I decided to run my way to the western racing fields. No matter what, I had to be there on time. Dylan warned me not to be late. On top of that, I was the one who decided the t