We make our ways to the start of the track. I was still unnoticed by anyone and I hope it will stay like that.
Lewis and Pierre are the first infront the start and finish line. Behind them Charles and George . And behind those two, it's me and Ocon.
I thought I would start at the back but somehow I ended up in the middle. But now as i am sitting in the go kart, ready to drive, I have flashbacks.
"You'll never beat me"
"Girls aren't allowed to drive here "
"Stay at home and play with dolls"
All those sentences said by young boy go kart drivers. They always tried to take my confidence but in the end it was me who won against them. It was me who reached the finishing line first.
And now I am going to show them. Not the boys from my childhood but the drivers. I will not try to stay in the back to not get recognized. I will try my best. I will push. And I will win.
As now everyone has put on their helmet and is ready for the lights to turn off I hear a voice next to me. "I am already sorry for you not winning" Esteban Ocon whispers with a mischievous grin on his face.
Who does he think he is? I hiss at him but don't say anything, he will get his revenge.
The lights turn on one after another. And then. Then they go out. And we let go of the pedal.
We race. In go karts.
I had a goos start and I am almost on Ocon's back. I smile under my helmet knowing my next move will make him mad.
The next turn is a sharp right curve. I push. As hard as I can. I am now next to Ocon.
I can't see his eyes through the helmet but I know they're full with anger. I change the gear and now overtake him, driving infront of him.
I hear him shout behind me but I am still not happy. I want him to be last.
As I drive infront of him I notice him literally on my bumper. "Bad idea" I say to myself under my helmet.
He won't be prepared for the next move. As he his now only inches away from me, I press the break.
I press the brake, I slow down. He crashes into me, in full speed. But I am not hurt or shocked, I knew what was coming. He crashed into me and now he's spinning.
And into the track walls. Now Esteban Ocon is in the wall, all the other driver overtaking him, leaving him the last place.
I laugh under my helmet and look back, pointing a middle finger at him. I know he's gonna be very pissed at me but I don't care. He shouldn't have said what he said. So the little French boy got his revenge. As he deserves.
I look back onto the track and realize I am now up into fifth place. Ten laps remaining. Infront of me George, Pierre, who was overtaken by Charles and Lewis. It's not gonna be easy.
My first target is George. In turn five he accidentally slips off the track as he pressed his brake too late. This is my chance and I take it, now into fourth place.
Pierre is hard to overtake as he's really good in the corners, knowing when to pull away from the gas. But somehow I manage to get next to him in turn eight. I overtake him on the outside, almost making contact with him, but I stay calm and overtake. I look back to see if he has any damage or got off the track but he drives behind me ready to attack me.
I look infront and push. I am almost behind Leclerc. I think about it. Should I even overtake him? Should I try to win this race or at least be second or third?
