It's been a year since the catastrophe of V8 in California. I moved back to Texas to restart my life and I moved back into my old house. I got a job at the local garage and I was living a normal life.
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The grocery store was full of people today, which wasn't normal. I grabbed all the stuff I needed and rushed to the checkout. I paid then left. Luckily, I got in before the rush and I headed home. I grabbed the bags and headed inside. I got myself a beer then headed upstairs. I hadn't been in all the rooms upstairs, only my own. There was too many memories. I passed my Mom and Dads old room and I froze for a moment, debating whether to go in or not. Eventually I decided I'd go in.
I opened the door and there was a load of dust everywhere. I wandered into the room and looked around at everything. I dragged my fingers across one of the drawers by the door and I remembered when I cracked my head open when I ran into it playing chase with my cousin or uncle, I couldn't remember. I left the room then I heard the mailbox go. I raced downstairs and outside. I opened the box and took the letters out. I sieved through the letters as I made my way back to the house.
"Elena"
I froze at the sound of his voice and dropped the letters
"Tyler"
Who's Tyler? A lover? A brother? Ooo, you'll find out soon enough.
But for now, that's all folks, see you soon! :)
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Racing Is A Drug [COMPLETE]
Genç KurguFIRST DRAFT* WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 14*** Being screwed over seems to be my sort of thing. All I wanted to do was be part of their crew and they fooled me into believing that I had a chance. But I'll come back, stronger and better than ever. Add Book 2...