Nova Grey's life is full of ups and downs. The up's always included her best friend Rowan and sometimes his older brother, they often spent their time doing illegal racing. But the downs... They were the worst and consisted of her abusive mother and...
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I know I'm accustomed to the countryside and everything but every time we come down the back roads, the stench of the field that flows in through the car window from the cows has me pure gagging. It was always more pungent on these summer days when it was hot. We had just come from the river where me, my best friend Rowan and his older brother Enzo had all jumped off the big old bridge that connects the two ends of the farmer's fields.
The bridge stood a good fifteen meters above the surface of the river. We'd all climbed up onto the railing of the bridge, held hands and screamed, "SILLY SALMON," as we pummelled down into the water. Rowan being Rowan wasn't the best swimmer so we had actually had to force Enzo to come with us as we were not down for accidents. Things don't always go how you want, so best to be safer than sorry.
Anyways we had spent around a half-hour to forty-five minutes just messing around before we had left after getting dry and back into our clothes. Bringing us to where we are now, just pulling into the big field we called 'the track'. It was a farmer's grassy field I owned under a different name miles away from any town or village. It's a big meet place for those that like to partake in the not-so-legal side of things. Many organisations such as assassins, gangs even mafia and cartels come down for 'business' deals. Lots of alliances are formed and broken here. The track is not for the faint of heart. This place is dangerous, there is no doubt of that, though a select few people have had to find that out the hard way.
My hair whipped violently in the wind as we sped into the field, everyone gravitated away from us, it happens every time without fail, it was almost 'natural'. Enzo nodded his head at Yark, one of his trusted friends who sorts the races. He put up one finger to insinuate that one of us was racing and Yark nodded back. Tonight it was just going to be Rowan racing, Enzo didn't want to come out anyway and I wasn't feeling the best and I was slightly scared of the reason I wasn't feeling well.
We three were called the 'Armada', any amounts of people that have come down here have seen us race against each other. Word had gotten around by the time we had around twenty races against each other, we had all almost won the same amount of times. No matter the car, the track or the time. The bets of who would win would always reach above twenty-thousand as they never really knew which one of us would win. But tonight was different. Tonight only one of us would race.
I looked out the window to see a big group gathering around the betting station trying to get their money down for Rowan, in the hopes they get a big return if he wins. I and Enzo stepped out of the car as Rowan clambered over the gear stick to get from the passenger seat to the driver's seat. He stuck his head out the window as I and Enzo stood side by side, "goona wish me luck eh?" he said cheekily.
I raised my brow at him saying, "oh yeah, like you need me to do that." with a smirk tugging at my lips.
He smirked right back at me as Enzo put both his arms resting on the window getting face to face with him, "don't let your winning streak go to your head, keep calm and don't forget to let the hand break off after the bend again." he said making sure his little brother listened. It was Enzo's way of saying I love you but in a more of a 'be careful' way.
