Izzy[/@ch_1] scans the busy streets, his slender silhouette outlined against the seat. The world outside is alive—cars whizzing past, trees swaying gently in the warm breeze, and the hopeful glimmer in Izzy's eyes as he searches for his favorite car.]
Izzy leaned forward, his buzz cut catching the light. "Mom! Look! A Corvette!" His voice bubbled with excitement, and every time he spotted one, his joy filled the car like sunshine. His mom, Elizabeth, would always smile, her honey brown skin glowing as she watched her son wave at the lucky drivers.
Izzy[/@ch_1] poses, hands on hips, grinning at the camera.]
"Can we please stop? Just for one picture?" Izzy begged, holding up his phone. By now, his collection spans over twenty photos—each one a badge of pride, featuring Corvettes of every color, each year shining in the background. Elizabeth always indulged his requests, capturing moments that would fuel his dreams.
Ms. Corene[/@ch_3], a tall blonde woman, steps out, waving to Elizabeth and Izzy.]
Izzy tugged his mom’s sleeve, eyes wide as saucers. "Hey sis! Can I take a picture of Izzy in front of your car?" Ms. Corene grinned. "Girl, I’ll do you one better! Here’s the key—take him for a ride." Izzy bounced up and down, his joy spilling into the evening air.
Elizabeth[/@ch_2] and Izzy cruise down Utica Road, the dashboard gleaming with bright red lights.]
As the car speeds up, Izzy throws his hands in the air, laughter trailing behind him. "This is the best day of my life!" His mom beams, watching her son’s happiness unfold with every turn. The sleek black car carves through the neighborhood, making memories that would last forever.
Izzy stood at the edge of the lot, mouth agape. "I died and went to Corvette heaven!" For three hours, he wandered from car to car, talking with owners, climbing into driver seats, and absorbing every detail about engines and horsepower. Five different owners even invited him to sit in their cars, sharing their stories and a mini Corvette toy.
Izzy[/@ch_1] arranges printed photos on a giant poster board. The collage bursts with color—Corvettes in blue, yellow, red, and black. His mom stands beside him, pride shining in her eyes.]
Izzy gazed at his creation, a roadmap of dreams. "Mom, do you remember the day we went for a drive in Ms. Corene’s Corvette?" "Yes," she replied warmly. "Well, I changed my mind. The best day of my life was that Sunday at the Troy Traffic Jam." "I’m so glad we could create such a memory for you. Maybe someday, you’ll have your own Corvette parked in your garage."
Dad[/@ch_4], tall and smiling, hops out, his chocolate brown skin and salt-and-pepper beard gleaming in the late afternoon sun.]
"Happy Birthday, Izzy!" The engine revs, echoing like thunder. Izzy climbs onto the passenger window, waving to five friends who cheer and take turns riding around the block. The scene is a whirlwind of joy, blue paint sparkling as dreams come true.
Izzy[/@ch_1] and Dad set a red Corvette-shaped remote-control boat on the water. Sunlight dances on the waves as the boat speeds across, laughter ringing out.]
Izzy steered the boat with glee, his dad cheering beside him. Each moment felt electric—just him, his dad, and the dream of Corvettes, racing toward a future filled with wheels, engines, and hope.
