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POV: Keira
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"A young Brit with a loose tongue that often gets the team into trouble and with an ego bigger than the Buckingham place. Sounds familiar?
A talented driver from a deprived area in England who was lucky to get sponsored by a big company, because they recognised the potential. Also familiar?
Neither one of the drivers you're thinking about right now is the one who is being interviewed in this article, but surely you've already heard the name of the British Rookie driver in Formula 2, who shocked the world with their sudden appearance and incredible race results.
Signed by the McLaren junior drivers programme for her first ever season in any public racing series, Keira Perkins (17) is gonna tell us about her way into the world of motorsports today and how she managed to get there this quickly."
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My best friend Molly was reading the article about the start of my career in my favourite motorsports magazine out loud.
It was the first interview I ever gave about myself, which was surprisingly easy, considering that I had a media manager from McLaren by my side, who cut me off if I was going too much into detail or used a language that wasn't appropriate for a professional magazine like that.
It was published only a few hours ago and we got to the kiosk around the corner as quickly as we could to buy the new edition.
"Blimey, this is mental! You're in the bloody newspapers now next to Hamilton!"
I couldn't believe it either. This feeling was so unreal and Molly was right, it was insane if you think about the Sundays the two of us spend in the all girls school together, watching Lewis winning championships on our old, blurry Tv screen.
Now it was my face in the magazine just one page apart from my biggest Idol in his Mercedes racing suit, holing up a trophy into the sky, standing on the top step of the podium.
"I wish I'll never have to wake up from this dream."
I shouldn't have said that out loud, because that was the moment my stepfather walked into the little shop to get a pack of cigs and some cheap six pack of beers.
The moment he saw us standing at the high table in the corner of the room, his eyes were filled with disgust, which made my heart rate rise.
It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last time he wanted to start trouble, just because I seemed to be an easy target for someone, who had so much power over my mother.
The three of us were living in a shabby apartment in Oldham, Manchester, that my stepfather was paying the rent for.
Since I didn't have any money except for a few Pounds from serving customers at a local Chinese restaurant, there was not the same opportunity my brother Keith had to rent an own flat.
I never told him how much I hated to live with that dickhead of a stepfather though, because he couldn't do anything about it, since he wasn't having custody over me.
My fee at the karting track was covered by my elder brother anyways, who had a job as a mechanic there and didn't have to pay as much for it because of his work.
He also repaired an old kart for me that no one used anymore. He was the reason for the recent changes in my life and if I should ever get to Formula 1, he's gonna be the first one who I'm buying a house for.
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