Alice William, the hated, unloved, unwanted twin. She's been abused as long as she's remembered, while her twin, Grace, lives the life of luxury, both at home and school.
Alice and Grace are bipolar opposites. Grace being your typical, girly gir...
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The whole class I felt the burning gaze of Mr. God and lets just say it was very annoying. It took all my self restraint to not turn around and punch him in his fucking beautifull face.
When the bell rang I was off. I think I'm going to skip th rest of the day though. I already know the stuff there teaching and it's not helping anyone learning the same shit over and over.
As I walk the long hallway, I couldn't rid of the feeling of being watched. I turn the corner and I see the exit. I take a quicker pace to the doors, leading outside, taking my phone out to see the nearest race track is.
Once I was outside the feeling of being watched had disaeppered. I called an uber and stood waiting out the front of school. There wasn't many people out here, other than the odd few skipping class, but that was pretty much it.
The uber arrived and I got in the backseat and told him the address. I had the map on my phone with the way to go because I didn't trust this man and I didn't want to have to deal with kidnapped shit today.
I had been kidnapped once in my life before and lets just say it wasn't pleasant. I still have both mental and physical scars. I had been there for about nearly a year before I had been found. I was only 13 then, around about the time I stared street racing and fighting.
And yes I do fight and race.
The men pulled up to the entrace and I throw the money to him and left as quick as humanly possible.
The race track looked diserred, unless you took the time to actually looked inside to see the crowd of people standing, placing in their bets for who they think will win. Puddles and rubbish littered across the ground. There was a strong stench of achole and cigeretts but I was competely unfazed by this, as I had grown up around this smell and it brings me some kind of reliefes smelling it. And I know some people might find it really weird how such thing, related to such a bad part of my life, can some how be releaving, but it is and I'm fine with people thnking or saying that because honestly I just don't give fuck what they think. I'm who I am and thats that.
I walk through the old rusted gate into the race track. People swamped around throwing in their bets on who's going to win the next race.
Walking over to the sign in sheet I put my name down for the next race before finding a place to sit and watch the races while I wait.
A couple races went by with the occasional mini war between everyone about how they lost and should've before it was my turn to race.
Seeing as I don't have my car with me nor in this country at the moment they had to give me a car to race with. One of the racers from an earlier race said I could use theirs, which I'm not going to lie I was really grateful for that. I even gave them small and I mean small smile. I was also happy to see that the driver was a female too. I think her name was Hayley?
