The Puppeteer

Prologue

When Dean was 16, Dad gave him his first car. Dean customize his car.

"Andi, when you turn 16 I'll give you this car." Dean said smiling at his car. His car, he named it, "Sixteen."

Dean was an amazing street racer. He was wanted, no doubt. The cops knew his name and his car. My first race I went to with Dean, I was 14.

The girls were in bikinis, guy dressed up as gangsters. When Dean rolled in with me, everyones' eyes were on me. My hair was up in a ponytail as my jet black hair hung.

"Damn look a the cutie! Dean is this Andrea?!" One guy yelled hopping over his car before walking over to us.

"Hell yea!" Dean said smiling wrapping an arm around me.

The guy grabbed my hand and kissed it. I pulled my tank top up in the front some as he looked at me.

"Dude, she had a rack!" he seemed shocked. "You said she was 14, right?"

Dean nodded smiling before looking at me. "This is Jeffrey Rachef. He is my boss."

"Correct he is."

"But you look like your Dean's age." I stated.

Dean was 18, and this prev looked younger.

"Honey I'm 23." Jeffrey said smiling.

I was tabled to mumble "pedophile" before the announcer came on.

" Alright! Everyone knows this is my last night doing this shit and we got the newbie here to do this! It's Dean's little sister Andrea Fugglehorn!" Everyone started to cheer as Jeffrey and Dean walked me to the front smiling and the girl whispered to me to watch her. I learned how to do bets and announce the races from her. She started to race after that and I never learned het name. She died not that long after that.

I did that shit for 2 years.