Unloved - Let us rewrite the stars ||englisch||

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We hadn't talked much last night. Not at all, actually. Tired, I was still lying in bed and hanging around on my mobile phone. It was almost two o'clock and I hadn't moved a bit, didn't see any reason for it. Qualifying would be over around five o'clock, as I had heard from Cara. She had come with to the track because she wanted to see how it would work. I knew the procedure and had no reason to watch it. I was more or less indifferent to what would happen. I just wasn't very interested.

I was on Instagram and was looking for Lando and Carlos. I wanted to follow both of them, as well as McLaren. I found both of them at some point and subscribed to them. I now followed the racing team as well. And now I had nothing to do. What a bore. Maybe I should start getting out of bed? Maybe I could translate something today. I had let it slide the last few days.

So I shuffled into the bathroom, took a quick shower and sat back in bed with my wet hair and my laptop on my lap. Bored, I started it up, but quickly lost interest. Tomorrow would be so boring for me again. And I already had no idea what I could do. Maybe go to the track after all? I shook my head strongly. That was not possible.

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Around five o'clock I got a little nervous. In a minute I would be able to ask Cara what the result was. Yes, okay, I could Google it, but hearing it and then talking about it is always more fun. When my best friend finally texted me that they were back, I happily hopped downstairs from my room.

"Oh my God!" Confused, I stopped and looked at Cara. The others also gave her more or less disturbed looks. "What is it?" "My best friend managed to get up on her own," she said completely seriously. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "You're serious now? You're insane," I then laughed and joined the small group still sitting together in the lobby. This group was really just Carlos, Lando and Cara. "You left me alone, by the way," I pointed out, playfully offended. "You're still alive," she said with a shrug. "Well never mind. How was the quali?", I asked excitedly. It came through again. My passion for motorsport. "So Lando starts from eight and I start from eighteen," Sainz told me. "How cool! I'm so happy for you Lando! Did you have any problems?" I then addressed the Spaniard. He was about to start talking when I interrupted again. "Just tell me everything from front to back." The two drivers laughed briefly. "Okay, have it your way."

A rather long time later, or rather because of dinner, Cara pulled us out of the intense conversation. We were indignant that she had interrupted us, because we were in the middle of analysing the Q3. "You could talk more over dinner," she said, raising her hands defensively. "I just wanted to say that we should go eat." Instantly, we just barely apologised to her and continued our conversation. I tried to think of any information I got from the boys and then give my opinion.

"I'm a bit scared about tomorrow," Cara admitted. "Why is that?" I asked perplexedly. "Yeah, because you're only talking about qualifying right now, so how will it be tomorrow at the race?" I started laughing, as did the boys. "Well, you're going to the track again tomorrow, so you can have your say." "I still have no idea where you are talking about." "Yeah so we can't help that," Lando added with a laugh. "Anyway, I don't understand how Hailey can have such a good say in this when it's been years since she was last at a track. She hasn't been able to watch it on TV and is babbling like an expert! It really gives me the shits." "And why is that? It's good that she knows the track so well," Carlos intervened. "She's really fighting tooth and nail against the whole subject. She doesn't want to go to the track and then something like that! She's so exhausting!" my best friend complained and tussled her hair. I briefly went over what she had said. She was right, but I missed it so much! "Cara, I need to talk to you in a minute," I whispered to her unnoticed. She nodded, barely noticeable. "I think I'm going to lie down again," Carlos said and yawned. "Me too. I'll see you later," Lando said goodbye and the two rockies disappeared.

"What do you actually want to talk to me about now?" Cara and I walked down the street. We had nothing to do and could go for a leisurely walk. "You noticed how I just... about qualifying...", I mumbled haltingly and looked down at the ground. "Honestly Hailey. It was a part of you, okay? You grew up at the kart track and you accompanied your brother to all the races." "Yeah, but I wanted to put it behind me." I sounded desperate, helpless. I didn't want to. "You're still hanging on, I know it. Everyone here realises that. Only you. Your thick skull is fighting it," she said softly, putting an arm around my shoulders, not without my flinching away. "You can leave that behind, but not motorsport. Even your heart tells you that Honey. It's just that, once again, you're too stubborn to understand." "My heart is a lousy traitor," I grumbled, having to suppress the tears that had formed in the corners of my eyes. She was right. I had to leave this behind, but not formula racing. Anything but that, because that was the only thing that still connected me to my brother. "Will you watch the race with me tomorrow then? Then you can explain to me what I don't understand." I shook my head icily, continuing to keep the promise I had made, which was actually completely pointless. I'm not going back. But there were other options. "I'll watch it on the TV." "Okay." Cara pulled me into a tight hug, which I had more than needed right then.

 Yes, I know. It's Sunday xD But yesterday some of the family was there (who got on my nerves) and before that I didn't have time -.- But now it's here.

Lando starts from P8. Do you think about a podium or rather the top 5?

I would also upload a chapter if he finishes in the top 5 ^^

20.06.2021