get on the wisdom's literature club hype train everyone, have a snip-bit of the first part (1/3):
It was a hectic hour; people were driving their kids to school, people were driving to work, people were driving to dates, ectera.
But on the streetpath, a below-average height boy walked past, his curly ginger hair reaching his shoulders, while his dark cyan eyes glanced over to the madness of the traffic, amused by the first-world problems.