angel's journey to formula 1 is almost completed, but it has been anything but easy. being the only girl in formula 2 is hard, especially when she is facing many personal challenges.
what is going to happen when she finds herself gravitating towards...
i wake up to the beep of my alarm on my phone. i groan whilst trying to find my phone to turn off the alarm, and when i do i gladly click the snooze button whilst soaking up every last second i had left in bed.
when the alarm next went off i finally get up and head to my bathroom to go for a shower and wake myself up more.
when i got out, i brush my teeth and do my skincare before changing into some comfy clothes to do my hair and makeup.
it was f1 qualifying day, so it was going to be quite busy for f2. so i wanted to look good for the cameras, by now a lot of people have heard about flo.
i loosely curl my hair and do some natural makeup. i know there isn't much point in doing this because it's just going to get ruined during the race, but it makes me feel less insecure.
i head back into the bedroom to find an outfit. one of the most stressful parts of the day.
(outfit below)
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i hear a knock on my door, ollie's knock, and go to answer it. i didn't even realise it was time to leave soon.
"hey ang, you look nice." he says, walking into my room.
"ah thank you." i say, going up on my toes to kiss his cheek. i felt a smile appear as his face turned slightly pink, i love that i can make him blush. i mean he's the most gorgeous boy i've ever seen.
"do you know if kimi is almost ready?" i say, finding my long champ bag.
"yeah, he should be here any minute." ollie says, a knock on the door following immediately after.
i open the door and greet kimi, and a minute later we head down to the lobby. as usual, ollie had ordered the taxi as he was the most prepared out of us all.
when we get into the taxi, i sit down and put my airpods in to listen to some music and focus myself for the race in a few hours.
playing "say you won't let go" by james arthur.
"ang." ollie says, gently tapping my leg.
"hm?" i say, lost in my own thoughts.
"we are nearly there, and there's going to be quite a few fans." he says.
"oh yes, thanks." i say, smiling at him with my dimples showing before turning off my music and putting away my headphones.
we slowly approach the crowds of fans who were waiting to greet the drivers and roll down the windows. i take photos and sign hats and even hear the occasional "i love you angelina." which make me smile everytime. i love the support from fans, it can really boost your mood.
once we get through the crowds it wasn't long until we were getting out near the f2 garages. ollie and kimi head to prema whilst i make my way to my to the fanzone for an event with the aston martin drivers.
"angelina, congrats on pole." fernando says as i reach him and lance.
"thanks." i say, smiling politely.
"yeah, i mean what a lap it was!" lance says, gently patting me on the back.
"is it just answering some questions?" i ask.
"yeah, some from the interviewer and some from fans watching." fernando replies.
"great."
five minutes later we walk into the stage and answer lots of questions. most were obviously for fernando and lance, but a fair few were for me. i would definitely say that the amount of fans i have has increased since the start of the year.
once i was finished with that, i head to my driver room to change into my aston martin shirt with some black shorts as it was incredibly warm for england. although it is summer.
i head back to aston martin for fp3. i was there for practice, but not for qualifying. many of the mechanics congratulated me on getting pole position.
soon enough, it was time for me to get ready for the sprint race. when i was changed into my race suit, i find jules to do some tennis ball reaction tests.
then, it was time to take the car out to the pit lane and then the grid. just before i left the garage, my parents both came over to hug me and wish me luck in the race.
finally, i line up my car in p10 after finishing the formation lap. ahead of me was ollie, and ahead of him was maloney. then finally kimi.
lights out.
i press my foot down, already gaining the position from ollie. i don't get another position from maloney, but i would get it eventually during the 19 laps to go.
"yellow flag." jules says into the radio.
"is whoever alright?" i ask.
"yes, just a stall on the grid."
the gap between me and maloney was closing to just below a second, i was finally in drs after almost two laps.
"come on." i mutter, trying to close the gap further to the rodin carlin ahead.
as i go into turn 3, i try an overtake in him but had to pull out to prevent a crash. fuck sake.
the gap was now 0.639, and i wasn't giving up. as we go into turn 6 i try again, and until turn 7 we were wheel to wheel.
whilst driving around turn 9, maloney locks up and i manage to take the position. i wave to his car as i pass whilst saying his name in a song song voice whilst laughing. i could see on a screen nearby that he wasn't happy from his team radio.
ahead of me now was gabriel borteleto, 0.937 seconds ahead. i would catch up to him in no time.
another lap later i was 0.163 seconds behind as we go into a drs zone. i go into turn 6 with gabriel extremely close behind. whilst driving round luffield (turn 7) gabriel hits the rear of my car, sending me off spinning 180° into the barriers.
i groan after hitting the barrier, it was a speedy crash. luckily for him, gabriel carries on and doesn't go off.
"angel, are you okay?" jules says into the radio.
"was it my fault?" i ask.
"we aren't sure yet, but are you okay?" jules repeats again. i know im meant to reply if im okay straight away but i was too angry.
"for fucks sake!" i shout, throwing my hands into the air in anger.
"are you okay?" he repeats for the third time.
"yes i'm fucking okay! what the fuck what was that? i'm not meant to be fucking crashing i can't fucking deal with this shit anymore. i'm going home im never racing again." i say, throwing my steering wheel out of the car.
i get out of the car shaking my head whilst one of the marshals walks over to me, trying to guide me where to go. i ignore them and walk away angrily. i do feel bad for them, it's just too much to deal with right now.
i walk off the track and there was a motorbike waiting to take me back to the track but i deny it and begin to walk around the track and back to the paddock.
