The Second Race for the First Division would come, Qualifying would be added. As Qualifying starts, I would gain 5th place, so i got faster and i would get 3rd place in the grid. Race would start. I would get a late reaction, but coming into turn 1, i was still in 3rd. On the second turn, I would gain place. Now i am second. Coming into the 3rd turn, My teammate, Billy, would be there, On the 4th corner i would get the run to overtake him, I was going onto the outside line, Billy would push me into the grass, making me go into the tire barrier. I was out of the race and i was mad, sad and broken. I would get back into the pit pretended to smile. But i was not okay. I would thank my team and teacher. When i get home, i would practice more, even after a bad day. My mom would cheer me up and get me ice cream. It turns from a bad day to a "not that bad" day.
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The Art of Racing
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