Way to the Glory [Max Verstappen]

Chapter 51 - Calmness

15.08.2010 (13 years ago)

I stand at the edge of the karting track, the roar of engines and the smell of gasoline filling the air. It's August 15, 2010, and the Karting Championship is in full swing. My brothers, Charles and Arthur, are racing today, and I can feel the tension and excitement radiating off them. The track is a blur of colors as the karts zoom by, each driver focused and determined.

I catch sight of Pierre, my best friend, adjusting his helmet and chatting with Mick. They're both in high spirits, confident and ready to race. I can't help but feel a pang of envy. I've always loved karting, but today I'm just a spectator, cheering from the sidelines.

"Ane, come over here!" Charles calls out, waving me over. He's always been the protective older brother, but today he's all business, his competitive spirit shining through.

I make my way over to the pit area, where Charles and Arthur are preparing their karts. Charles gives me a quick hug, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Wish us luck," he says, grinning.

"You don't need luck, you've got skill," I reply, trying to match his enthusiasm. Arthur nods in agreement, giving me a thumbs-up before pulling down his visor.

As the race begins, I find myself holding my breath, watching every twist and turn with bated breath. The thrill of the race is contagious, and I can't help but get caught up in the excitement. I cheer loudly as Charles takes the lead, his kart maneuvering effortlessly around the corners.

Pierre's kart is right behind him, and I can see as he pushes himself to the limit. Mick is not far behind, his kart weaving skillfully through the pack. The race is neck and neck, and the tension is palpable.

In the end, Charles crosses the finish line first, followed closely by Pierre and Mick. The crowd erupts in cheers, and I find myself jumping up and down in excitement. My brothers did it. They won.

As Charles and Arthur step out of their karts, they're greeted with high-fives and pats on the back. I rush over to them, unable to contain my excitement. "You guys were amazing!" I exclaim, throwing my arms around them.

"Thanks, Angelica," Charles says, ruffling my hair affectionately. "We couldn't have done it without your support."

Arthur nods in agreement, a proud smile on his face. "This win is for you," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

I beam with pride, feeling a sense of belonging and accomplishment. This is my family, my support system, and today we've achieved something incredible together. The memory of this day will stay with me forever, a reminder of the bond we share and the dreams we're chasing together.

As our private jet descended towards the idyllic paradise of the Maldives, my heart fluttered with anticipation. The turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean stretched out below us, sparkling like precious gems in the warm embrace of the tropical sun. Islands, adorned with lush greenery and fringed by delicate white sand, dotted the horizon.

Touching down at the bustling airport of the Maldives. Boarding a boat, we set off towards our own private island, leaving the hustle and bustle of the airport behind us. But then we were greeted by the gentle lull of the waves and the sweet scent of coconut carried on the breeze. A sense of tranquility washed over me as I stepped onto the tarmac, the vibrant colors of the tropical landscape painting a picture of paradise before my eyes.

 As we sliced through the crystalline waters, the beauty unfolded around us in all its splendor. Islands draped in verdant foliage passed by in a blur, their shores kissed by the gentle caress of the waves.