I can't stop smrinsg as I walk toward our small house. The conversation with the mysterious racer didn't go how I wanted, but I got something she didn't know she gave me. When she turned her head quickly to escape, a few strands of long dark hair slipped out from under her helmet. It's not much, but it's a clue.

Finally, something to work with. The excitement bubbles in my chest. Everyone at school won't shut up about how amazing this anonymous racer is. I'm getting tired of hearing ...