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Paris pov.
''Paris!'' Amy was shouting. ''Paris, what's wrong with you? Everyday of rash driving and insane stunts? What reasons you have, dimples on road eh?'' I crossed my arms round my chest and then it hurt. Ouch! I got a good cut on my elbow.
''Paris, race tracks are different from these poor roads.'' She said, applying cream to my wound.
''I know, Amy. But you know what happened right and I am cent percent sure that you do know that I loooovvveee to ride''
She shook her head.
''Paris, but you should be carefu-'' she stopped her sentence and wiped that little droplet that rolled down my eyes.
''I am sorry, Paris.''
''Oh please, Amy. These are not tears of sorrow. These are hot evaporated water that boiled out of my blood.'' I clutched my tops and gritted my teeth.
Yes! I am a Banned racer. This world just knows money, money and money. Sports became money, adventure became money, life became money.
Just a few suitcases of money and little recommendation banned me in the name of harmone tests. It seems that I am not a woman to participate. Yes, correct! I am a devil.
Amy closed the curtains and moved out. I was fiddling with the newspaper lying beside me. I neatly ironed it with my hands and took a glance. Nothing caught my eye, so I just threw it aside.
''Paris!'' Amy said pointing towards that newspaper. Oops! How does she even manage to be Ms. Perfect?
I bent down and picked the paper up. And then, something caught my eye. My eyes wide opened and Amy blinked constantly, fearing my thoughts.
My arrival has come! I thought to myself. It said 'NATIONAL BIKE RACE' .
''Amy, look at this this.'' I said jumping like a puppy.
She gave a glance and her eyes widened.
''No, Paris. No'' she paused. ''No more racing. You have to accept the truth, hons. You are not supposed to enter these competitions.'' She said in a dulcet tone.
''Enough! Give me that!'' And my brain rushed with a million thoughts. I am back.
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