number 43

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I had to not tell my dad about the meeting that I had today. It was not like he would talk to me at all ever since the conversation with granddad. It was horrible, afterwards dad came to my room and I could still see that he was mad. He told me that he would do anything to get my into a different team if it meant not racing for a red bull sponsored team. I had laughed straight into his face. Everything he believed in, everything that he had taught me went down the drain that second. Proving others wrong and doing it yourself, believing in yourself were apparently lessons that were lies.

"I thought that you would understand."I said to him. "You know how the fans treated Mick when he was racing. He was constantly compared to his dad."I said. "You know that they would not do that."I shook my head. "I am a girl dad, racing in Formula 2 and if I race in a Mercedes sponsored team then people will say that I got that seat because of you."a tear ran down my cheek. "People know me better than that."my dad said. "Oh really, because it is exactly how I would get my seat in a Mercedes team, because of you."my pain turned into anger again. "I got this seat on my own, and I believe that this is the best choice for me."my dad shook his head. "Fine, be like that."he stood up from my bed and walked towards the door. "But don't come to me when everything comes crashing down."he said. "You are the worst father that has ever existed."I yelled. "If that's the case, you should go and live with your mother."he said, knowing that could not be an option. "I hate you!"I yelled. My dad left my room and the tears were streaming down my face.

"It is so good to have you Olive."Oliver Oakes, the team principal is standing in front of me. "It is good to be here Oliver."I smiled. I had my first official meeting with the team and team principal about the season to come."So we wanna talk about the name you'll be using, which number etc."Oliver started explaining. "And of course take your measurements for your race suit, helmet design and everything."I nodded. Oliver walked to the table and took a seat, so I followed him and sat down too. "It was quite the difficult choice to make which surname to use, but after a long discussion with my dad and manager."I stated. "I want to race under my mothers last name. So you can just use Mia."I started. "So you're not using your dads last name?"Oliver asked. He looked at me knowing that it had to be a difficult conversation if I choose to race under my mothers name. "My dad and I had a few differences about which team I would be driving for. And let's say that he did not want anyone named Hamilton in a car which is sponsored by Red Bull."Oliver looked at me. You could see that he was feeling sorry for me. "We are glad to have you race for our team Olive."I smiled. "And have you thought about your car number?"Oliver asked. "I have."I smiled. "43."Oliver smiled knowing that I almost had the identical number to my dads number. "That is a great choice!"Oliver wrote everything down, the team would have all the information that they would need to make up a document to send to the FIA. "I think it would be a good idea for us to take a walk through the factory and let you meet most of the team before we make our way to have your suit sized."I nodded. "And my teammate?"I asked. "Isack will be here later in the day, so you have a chance to meet him then."Oliver stood up from his chair.