PJ’s eyes scanned the yard as he balanced on his crutches. Alex, Ava, and even Moxy froze. Go away. PJ turned and slowly made his way into the house. Mind-power triumph! “I was sure he saw us. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.” Alex exhaled loudly. “Me too. Let’s get out of here.” Ava tightened her grip on Moxy’s leash and ran across the yard. “I’m pretty sure I know the way,” said Alex. She led them in and out of a few yards until she found Quincy Street again. They slowed to a walk and caught their breath. “Okay, what just happened back there? Is PJ really ditching the Tigers?” “He’s such a traitor!” Ava cried. “He’s stupid, too. Daddy told his players not to do dangerous things like dirt biking. He’s going to be mad,” Alex said. “He’s going to be furious. And not only about the injury, but about PJ and his dad being dirty, rotten, sneaky liars!” Ava’s face grew red. “I can’t wait to tell Coach.” “Whoa!” Alex grabbed Ava’s shoulder.
