I didn't even make it to the park. I set it down on the sidewalk, took a deep breath, and stepped on.
Walking into the store, my heart hammered against my ribs. I pointed to the board, handed over my crumpled bills, and walked out carrying the heavy box like it was a chest of gold.
I’d stared at the sleek, matte-black board in the window of Tech-Verse every day for a month. To everyone else, it was just a gadget. To me, it was a magic carpet with LED lights.
The board beeped. I wobbled. My arms flailed like a windmill. Then, the motors whirred, and I was gliding. The wind hit my face, and for a second, I felt like I was flying through the suburbs. Then came the crack in the sidewalk.