Bryce has one summer to prove he’s responsible.
Then he accidentally brings the lawnmower to life.
He tries to hide it by starting a mowing business, but the sentient lawnmower hasn’t learned “stay” yet, his employees are demanding benefits, and if Dad finds out he’s been lying all summer, he might never trust Bryce again. OLD YELLER meets UNGIFTED.
I let go of the lawnmower handle, letting it crash back to the ground, and flopped next to it in the grass.
I was dead. Not buried-in-the-ground dead, but definitely grounded-all-summer dead.
I was as dead as this stupid lawnmower.
It wouldn’t have been such a big deal if I weren’t already walking the fine line of my dad’s patience. Mowing the lawn without being asked was supposed to help prove to him I was getting more responsible.
I needed the help, too; Dad had hardly talked to me since I’d tried to change the flat tire on the car. Turns out, when the YouTube video tells you it’s okay to jump on the handle of the lug wrench to loosen a tight bolt, you have to pay attention to that whole “righty-tighty, lefty-loosey” thing. If you jump hard enough turning it the wrong direction, the bolts still eventually loosen—I sheared three of them right off before I realized anything was wrong.
That would have been bad enough, but it came right after Dad caught Kaden and I building a zip line from the tree house to the compost pile.
I looked at my watch. Four o’clock. With Dad’s new job, he hardly ever made it home before six-thirty these days. That meant I had two and a half hours to figure out what to do with the mower.