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"VROOOOM" The big screen TV blasted. A girl who doesn't look younger than eight sits in front of the TV, star eyed.

She could practically feel the wind created from how fast the cars went. A smile so bright, not even the headlights of any car can compare to due to how blinding it was.

"Papa! Papa! Look!" She exclaimed to the tired father drinking coffee on the dining room table and reading the latest newspaper. "I wanna drive just like that when I'm older!"

"You can't." An instant shut down, but was that gonna stop her? No. "It's too expensive, Y/n." She didn't even know the difference between cheap and expensive. Why the hell would she care?

And so that's where your story began. The following two years were involved with you trying to convince every driver to teach you how to drive.

Fortunately, at the age of twelve, some drunk dude let you drive his car. It was a surprisingly low car, so you could reach the pedals.

Although the dude was drunk, he didn't fail to notice how you had a talent for driving. I mean, who can't have a talent for it? Jokes aside, you drove fast. So fast, he signed you up for some illegal racing.

With his McLaren 720s, you ended up winning the race. The money was unimaginable, but the experience.. Oh, the experience was exhilarating. Nothing was more refreshing than that moment.

So for the next four years, she was known as "Turbo Flash" as the youngest racer ever. In the street racing world, not professional no.. She'd be arrested along with the drunk dude, who's her manager.