Mikey hopped on his bike and rode as fast as he could from the new house he never wanted. His father’s new job stole his friends, his school, everything he loved.
This place will never be home. Mikey looked around the neighborhood as he rode. There were a few old neighbors in their gardens, staring with disdain at the whirring of his bike. But no kids. Not one.
No basketball hoops. No toys in yards or driveways. No sign of other kids anywhere. Just angry glares from adults, with eyes Mikey swore he saw glow.