[FANFICTION]
❛❛ I've had this feeling for
a while now❜❜
In her debut Formula 1 season with childhood friend Lando Norris, Blake Voss is thrust into a whirlwind of emotions, balancing the exhilarating demands of racing with the complexities of love...
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▅▅▅▅▅▅ 005. ◢◤◢◤◢
The heat in Bahrain was relentless as the weekend progressed, with Free Practice sessions dominating the days leading up to the big race. Blake was eager to test her skills on the track and fine-tune her performance, but the practice sessions proved to be a mix of highs and lows.
In FP1, Blake focused on getting a feel for the car and the circuit. The track was dusty, and she struggled to find her rhythm initially. Additionally, Blake struggled with her cars balance. Despite the challenges, she managed to finish in P9, a respectable position but not quite where she wanted to be.
"Good job, Blake," her engineer Tom said through the radio. "P9, not bad for a first session."
Blake nodded, her hands still gripping the steering wheel. "Yeah, but there's room for improvement," she replied, determination in her voice.
FP2 was a different story. The team made several adjustments to the car, and Blake felt more comfortable as she hit the track. Her lap times improved, and she even managed to set a few personal bests in the sector times. By the end of the session, she was sitting in P6.
The improvement bolstered her confidence, and she felt more at ease heading into FP3.
FP3 was crucial as it was the final practice session before qualifying. Blake pushed hard, testing the limits of her car and herself. Unfortunately, a minor error in the final sector caused her to lose precious time, and she ended up in P9.
"Damn it," she muttered under her breath as she pulled into the pits.
Tom's voice crackled over the radio. "It's okay, Blake. We still have qualifying. Focus on that."
Blake nodded, but the frustration was evident on her face as she climbed out of the car.
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