I can’t believe I’m going to meet my sister—my real sister, you know what I’m saying? I don’t know whether I’m more thrilled or more scared! “Coming through!” I yell politely, so this guy coming at me on a ten-speeder can leave me some room on the sidewalk. He’s zooming past me, like he’s a werewolf and his paws are on fire or something. Bicycle peeps are outta control in the Big Apple. Once he passes, I jump-start my stride with a few back kicks, and start cruising along the path that leads into the park. A ferocious breeze blows my way, so I zip up my jacket, pick up my skateboard, and walk down the steep steps toward the famous fountain in Central Park. I wonder if Tiffany is tiny like me? That’s how I’ll know if she is really my sister, I think to myself, chuckling inside. But I can’t shake how badly. I feel for not telling my crew about this whole drama. Now I’m quaking for faking, and I wish I could just turn back and hang with them at the Manhattan Mall, just like any other Sunday.
