matilda | MV01

12 | disappointments

++++ got your whole life ahead of you, you're only nineteen

but i feel that they already got all the best parts of me ++++

TEENAGE DREAM olivia rodrigo

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"And that should be a pole! Nice job, Senna." Winston came through over the radio. Senna smiled at the news before Winston came back on quickly. It wasn't surprising, as she had landed fourth in the first free practice, and second in the other two.

"Scratch that, your lap has been deleted-" he mentioned and Senna scoffed.

"What the fuck am I getting in trouble for this time?" She asked sarcastically and lightly slapped the wheel of the car.

"Your language. Not sure what reason the FIA's got on you though." Winston spat back and Senna stayed silent. He spelled out FIA in Dutch, as he'd heard it a thousand times. But it was still pretty obvious what it meant.

"Looks like we breached track limits on turn fifteen. Bring the car back in, we've got a bit to say about it." Winston said and Senna knew what that meant. The team was pissed, but so was she.

When she made it back into the garage, she had already seen her name drop to P10, with a ten place grid penalty already applied. And she didn't even want to think about it. Senna hopped straight out of the car and saw a camera on her. She followed her media training and turned the cold shoulder before sitting down near Mikael and Winston.

"It's a load of bullshit, that's what we think." Winston told her immediately.

"Don't let it get you down. With our car and your talent, you can easily come back." Mikael told her and Senna only folded her arms in frustration. She didn't want to lash out at Mikael, but with her father away, she wasn't sure if she'd last all weekend without yelling at someone. When he was there, she always had to stay calm, or else it wouldn't look too pretty.

"I don't even care anymore! It's fucking stupid that they're deleting my time! Fuck, George took the same line not even a second before me, and where's his punishment? Up his ass!" The young woman complained as she crossed her legs on the ground.

The two men were sat on chairs either side of her. It looked quite funny, like teachers trying to control a small child. Senna winced though as she realized how harsh she was being. She could get in a lot of trouble for that, so she dropped it.

"Go see Carmen before your interviews, please." Mikael chuckled and Winston agreed. Senna let out a breath, rather than her emotions and stood back up.

"I'm done for the day after, right?" She asked and they both nodded.

"Come in early tomorrow, you've got a couple of meetings." Winston reminded her of what she already knew. Senna nodded politely and rushed back to her drivers room.

She only had a few minutes until the post qualifying interview. But she needed time to collect herself. The Dutch girl quickly took off her racing gear and put on her earlier clothes. But since it consisted of an Ajax shirt, she threw a Red Bull hoodie over it. She finished it off with her sunglasses, and she was off.

She headed over to the media pen and groaned at the sight of the first reporter. His name was Evan, and he was some old white guy who sometimes showed up with Sky. Senna hated him, and she was pretty sure he loved her, because he always got drama out of her.

"Senna! You had a great lap time, but didn't manage to keep it because you breached the track limits. Do you think you can do as well tomorrow if you follow the rules?" The man asked and Senna already was biting down on the inside of her cheek, ready to suppress some more rage.