Brother and Sister in crime.

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First time to put a book on wattpad, but not the first time to write a book! Hehe, hope you enjoy this chapter! Please comment of what you think so that I can put on another chapter (or more, hehe)

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Preface:

Name: Elise

Surname: Jenner

Birthdate: 1992-07-26

Gender: Female

Records: Locked up in jail for street racing, murder, stealing. Broken out of prison four times and police is still chasing after her…

City: California

Job: Car Mechanic

Description: Tall.  Dark brown hair, long, till elbows.  White skin.  Chocolate colored eyes.  Tattoo on shoulder.

Relatives: Mother – Nicole Jenner (died in car accident two years ago)

                  Father – Eric Jenner (Missing in Iraq for over ten years)

                  Brother – George Jenner.

Brother:

Name: George

Surname: Jenner

Birthdate: 1994-01-11

Gender: Male

Records: Suspected to have broken sister out of jail four times. Also suspected to be part of stealing with sister.

City: California

Job: Works for his sister, car mechanic in training.

Description: Tall.  Golden hair, short. Tanned skin. Green eyes. Well built, very muscular.

Chapter one:

Shift. Clutch. Turn. Ah crap, BRAKE! Elise’s eyes stretched as she saw she was about to hit the wall of the race track. She knew brakes wouldn’t help and swinged her car out and made it roll. Her car, Lamborghini reventon, rolled off the track and kept on rolling until the car hit a wall and stopped. She hung upside down which means the car was upside down and she wore her seatbelt. She loosened herself and fell down on the ground.

“Kagh!” Came out of her mouth when she hit the ground. “Stupid gravity!” She muttered and took her phone out of her pocket, while her legs were still up in the chair, she dialed a number on her phone and waited for the person to pick up.

“You are a selfish, slimy, stuck-up, spoiled brat of a sister!” George, her brother, yelled at her.

“Ag c’mon bro. So can you please come and pick me up?” She giggled, and turned on her stomach and crawled out of the car by the passenger window and felt a sting. “Ouch damn it!” She looked at her palms and pieces of glass were in it. She ignored it and crawled out and as soon she got out she stood up and picked the glass pieces out of her palms, and felt something dripping of to her cheek. “Ah no man.” She wiped it off her face and saw it was blood, but she completely sounded calm as if it was a daily basis, or was it? She  took a few steps away from the car, well it used to be ‘cause it’s a complete wreck! And looked at it and said: “George is so not going to be happy when he’s going have to fix this car again.” She bit her lip and turned around when she heard a loud noise of an engine and tires shrieking on the track. The car, Audi r8 pitch black, raced to her and braked early enough to stop so that the bumper would be just a inch away from her legs.