Faceless [English version] ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ F1·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

Chapter II

It's been a few days since meeting Eric Vazquez. Today was the first training of Lena Castaned, known on the track as Lucio Molina. Packed, she headed towards the track. They had to let her into the building through the back entrance so that no one would know her real identity. She put on her helmet and entered. Vazquez GP reserve driver.
"Hey!"someone shouted. It wasn't her brother or Eric Vazquez.
" Who are you?" the second Vazquez GP driver, Marco Ferrel, ran up to her.
"Oh, they found a new driver. How sweet ugh they already want to replace me."He raised his hands up and walked away. Moments later, Felix approached her.
"Hi sis... I mean Lucio. Ugh, it's going to be hard for me to get used to."
"Hey Felix. It's going to be hard for me not to use my real name, too. But at least we ride together" she smiled
"Yeah, that's right. Come take you to your garage."He started running towards one of the noisier places that were there. As they got closer, the brunette was surprised.
" This... This is mine? I don't believe"
"Believe it then,"Eric approached them from behind. "I hope you're doing well Lucio."
She nodded and ran to the car where several mechanics were standing.
"Here is your car Lucio. If you have a problem, tell us right away."
"Thank you."She looked at Eric again. "Can I get in and do a lap? You'll see me ride," she begged
- Oh well, let it be

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Lena was driving like crazy. With each lap, I put in a better time outperforming my brother, but she was close to Marc.
"Lucio, come down to us. Your tires are low,"the radio voice said.
Replaced the tires with soft ones. The girl dialed times a few thousandths slower than Ferrel's.
"You're five thousandths short of Ferrel. make an effort."
"I'll try to do my best,"she said.
And so it happened. After a while both Marco and Felix were slower than her.
"End of training. Finish the wheel and go to the garage."

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Felix was sitting in his garage. He pitted faster than his sister because he was slower than her and had a quicker pit lane.
"Who's better here? Of course I am!"His sister burst in, singing.
"Well, let's wait for the next race. You'll see how me and Marco ride."
"Bet if they let me out I'll still be better?"
"McDonald's?"
"About McDonald's."

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I may not post chapters for a while because I am preparing for exams.