" They're words. They mean whatever you interpret."
Elara Valenti, a seventeen year old girl just trying to get by. Well, get by killing, fighting, arrests and abuse.
Elara was taken at the mere age of two from her family, the Valenti's.
Or, the It...
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We walked to the garage which they led me to. When we entered, I announced, "I'm driving."
"What- no you're not. I am," Camillo whined.
"I'm taking my own car," Fynn grumbled, grabbing keys.
I raised my eyebrow, challenging Camillo. "Fine. But I get to drive on the way back," he said.
"What about me?" Alessandro asked.
I shrugged. "You two figure it out. I need to get my babies here," I sighed wistfully.
"YOU'RE A MOM?!" Alessandro shouted.
Fynn turned and stopped walking.
"What?! No! I mean my car and my bike," I said.
"Ohhhh," Alessandro dragged the word, letting the information sink in. How was I younger than him? Camillo chuckled and Fynn just rolled his eyes and got to his car.
I grabbed a random key from the rack and unlocked the car. It was near the middle of the line of cars. As I walked to the car, I saw it was a BMW M8. "Who's riding with me?" I smirked.
This was as close as my emotions would let off. But I didn't mind much as long as I didn't get too attached.
Fynn pulled out of his parking spot and came up next to me. "How about we race?" He asked with a smirk. Oh, he expected me to lose.
I smirked back. "Game on," I said.
"Someone ride with me, someone else ride with Fynn," I said.
Alessandro jumped into the car I got. Camillo went into the passenger side of Fynn's.
I got in the drivers side of the BMW and adjusted everything to my feel. I followed Fynn out to the gates where we were let out. Both of us line up on the road, side by side.
I was on the right, Fynn on the left. This road wasn't a very populated one, but the main city road would be. That's why I looked at the side roads to take on the screen in here. And there was a traffic delay on the main roads.
I rolled down my window, Fynn rolling down the passenger window of his car. He looked past Camillo to me. I could sense the cockiness off of him. I internally scoffed. He didn't know what was coming from him.
"Are you sure about this?" Camillo asked me over the roar of our engines.
"I'm perfectly sure," I said.
Camillo began counting down from ten as I gripped my steering wheel. I suddenly felt a giddy feeling of the longing I had for racing and the adrenaline rush.
"Three, two, one, GO!" Camillo shouted.
I didn't waste time as I sped off. Alessandro launched back in his seat. "Jesus, Elara!" He yelled. "Don't fucking crash!" He said as he gripped the handle of the car door.
