I burst open the door of the school, instantly spotting a black motorcycle. I let my instinct take control, leaping onto the seat and gripping the handles.

I'd seen my brother do this a thousand times, now for my turn.

I slammed my foot on the gas, the vibrations of the engine rumbling through the bike. I narrowly dodged an old woman and accelerated down the parking lot. I had to get to my dad.. I just had to. He was most likely at the hospital, maybe that's what my big brother James meant by "it's dad".

"HEY!" I heard someone call from behind,

I turned over my shoulder to see a boy about my age sprinting after me, then diving into a neon green Ferrari and speeding after me.

I pushed harder on the pedal, and before I knew it I was on the highway, heading straight for a bright red pickup truck.

"Y'AAAH!" I cried, leaping from the bike and onto the truck. I felt my sneakers hit the metal hood of the car, then gripped the windshield wipers firmly.

As the motorcycle hit the bumper, it flew into the air, about to land. I skillfully thrusted myself towards it and landed on the seat as the boy chasing me was caught in traffic, far behind.

I had escaped, but I still had to find my father.