Wildest Dreams - c.l.

Monaco

One of the biggest races of the season. You don't win anymore points than any other race but winning in Monaco earns you respect. I wanted respect and acceptance in the F1 world. Monaco is extremely difficult with its sharp and narrow turns. A Ferrari can do just fine but other cars aren't adjusted to these turns.

It was morning of the race. I have been here for an hour already. I walked around the track three times and I was on my last walk. I stood at turn 8. This turn could make or break anyone's race. You couldn't take it with two full cars. Almost every car had difficulty with it during practice and quali. I tried to map out anyway to overtake on the corner but nothing. I sat on the ground and stared at my nothing corner.

Charles approached me. "Estrellita what are you doing." He had a coffee in one hand and sat down next to me. He placed the cup in my hand but I never took my eyes of the track. This race was not going to end well for me.

I could feel it.

I had trouble with the understeering yesterday and knowing the team I was still going to have problems. I was starting in P8 and overtaking in Monaco is too difficult for me take an easy win like I had these past couple races.

Charles waved his hand in front of me trying to catch my attention. I snapped my head to him.

"I was asking if we should go to the garage. It's two hours till start." I nodded and he helped me up.

It had been a couple days since the beach and multiple articles came out afterwards. Fredrick thought it was great PR and told us to 'keep up the good work'. All was well until the moment we stepped on the track for practice we started arguing again.

My issues with steering accidentally pushed him of the track but he came back without a scratch. And during quali yesterday he tried to overtake me on turn 12 and nearly rammed me into a wall. Our argument envolved getting restricted from being near each other for during races. We were great friends but sure as hell we're not meant to be teammates.

I didn't see Charles after walking back to the garage, per Fredrick's request. I was now with Sofia and Clara. I had Clara in my lap and I was trying to ease myself of this weird feeling. I felt shivers down my spine every now and then. My hairs would stick up constantly.

"Stell can you please behave yourself with Charles after the race? Fred is getting angry with the two of you, he saw you two walk in together." Sofia said taking Clara off my lap.

I nodded my head and walked towards my car. This feeling was making me too uneasy to speak. I jumped into the car. I could see grey clouds rolling in. Shit.

"Radio Check?" No response.

"Rivera? Say something if your alive please." I think for once Enrico was showing some compassion, even if it was sarcastic.

"Is it going to rain?" I asked still looking towards the dark sky.

"Most likely but we'll come to that when we need too." I gave him an ok and stared at the lights.

Depth breath in and out.
Let the feeling go.
I am speed.

All 20 drivers stepped on the gas.

I had found myself in P5 unable to overtake Hulkenberg. How was a Haas currently half way through the race in P4? Easy, there were two small crashes taking 6 drivers out. It started to rain on lap 6 and we were now on lap 28. The sky was coming down and it was hard to see in front of me.

"Alright Stell, your going to over take between turn 6 and 7."

"Gotcha Rico." I did just that. The Haas was right on my tail now. Turn 8 I took it easily but Hulkenberg tried to slip through.