I wasn't born to be soft and quiet; I was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips.
From the moment I was able to reach the peddles, I've been behind the wheel. The feeling of the wind whipping my hair as a young child was all it took. Like tasting the forbidden fruit, I've been damned since the beginning. The first time I sat behind the wheel was the end for me. I knew that was it; I found my calling.
All of my senses scream when I sit behind that wheel.
Hearing the purr of the engine, feeling the leather if the wheel, smelling the fuel in the air, and seeing nothing but headlights in my rearview mirror.
I built my first car when I was 12. A project I started in hopes to get my dad back into cars. That was also the car I learned to drive in. The picture he took the day I finished building the car is hanging proudly in the living room. The smile on my face so large it hurts. But I didn't care. I was in a state of euphoria.
Ever since I first revved the engine I fell, and fell hard. Some may call me obsessed; maybe they're right.
All I know is once I'm behind that wheel the whole world fades away.
It's just me and my car.
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Chasing Jupiter ✔️
Genç Kurgu"I'll always be there for you." "Always?" "Always." ********** All her life it's only been one thing for Jupiter Miller. The thrill of being behind the wheel. She's never cared about boys, or falling in love. Or any of that other teenage garbage. Sh...
