His Back!

In an attempt to make myself look more normal, I tried to put wrinkles into my shirt. Wilson raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as he took my hand and led me into the building.

The air was chilly inside and smelled like motor oil and tires. I wrinkled my nose as Wilson began to talk to the person working the counter. He gestured to a pair of computers and Wilson told me to fill at the form. Once again, I felt nervous. Why did we have to fill out a waiver?

"You're not going to die," he commented, noticing my hesitation.

"I don't think I'm going to."

"Your face is whiter than the moon."

"The moon is actually grey" I informed him.

He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head. "Forget it. You'll be fine. Let's go watch the safety video. Pay close attention so you don't die."

The safety video was approximately five minutes long and full of unprofessional actors. However, the standard practice to use a go-kart was simple. It was safer than I imagined it to be. After watching