A Racer and A Thug

The Racer

Stupid Vex and his buddies had to go and attack me like that. Man if only I could get over this stupid personality then I wouldn't have these problems.

I shifted gears on my silver BMW 2005 car and drove faster. Hopefully the cops won't notice me, I can't have my cover car on their watch list. But right now, I didn't really care. I just wanted to get home. I was tired and I had to take care of the new wounds that covered the old ones.

Man they really did a number on me. Thankfully that chick helped me out.

Lucy, huh?

Then that could only mean one thing. That she was none other than Lucy Ashley.

I thought back to the way she was dressed and she also attacked the gang with that whip, just like the notorious thug Lucy.

Looks like my hunch was right.

As soon as I saw her bring out her signature weapon, the whip, I had a feeling I knew who it was. But I needed more proof. Though it's very unlike me to just ask for names but she did save my life so I just needed to know if it really was her. Turns out I was right.

Lucy Ashley was a notorious gangster that scared even the toughest of men in our city. I've only heard rumors about her:

She's the daughter of a wanted criminal.

She beat up 50 guys and didn't have a scratch on her.

She had an underground system of dealing drugs, even trying some out herself.

I didn't really believe any of those rumors, but when I heard her voice and saw the way she beat those guys, I started to believe them a little bit. I was also surprised at the fact that she didn't attack me. Usually she hated everyone, even the people she worked with in the past and the present. Yet she just asked if I was okay.

I guess that's also a rumor.

I turned my car onto a side street, and I was in the not-so-rich-but-not-so-bad-neighborhood. It was pretty average but crime was no stranger here. Luckily, it's just me. I don't really have anyone to live with so I live alone.

I parked my car and sat for a few minutes. I really hated my position right now. Monday is coming along and I still have a ton of homework. I also have a meet on Sunday and I can't afford to miss that, if I win it'll cover my rent money and electric bill.

I'm getting really tired of this life. Vex is probably going to rip me a new one on Monday also, thanks to none other than me, I just had to find a clever loophole and only gave him half of the essay done with the worst grammar ever. Even I cringed as I wrote it. Guess I shouldn't have written his essay in the car.

That's the thing about me that I can't stand. Whenever I'm in a car or any kind of transportation, I get this attitude on me that makes me into a punk. But once I'm out of a vehicle I turn into this complete wimp. I get bullied a lot at school and stepped on, quite literally sometimes, and it got to the point that I tried to get my punk side out but it didn't work. Of course, there was that one time my punk side did surface, but that was a long time ago. Sometimes I just felt like living in my car.

Speaking of cars, my back up car needs a few maintenance checks, the engine was acting funny yesterday and I can't have it die on me. It's the only thing that is helping me survive.

I stepped out and locked my car. I walked in the six story apartment and slowly made my way up five flights of stairs and down a hallway. I'm very cautious at walking around here, even though my neighbors don't really bother me, I'm still scared that they will. The slightest noise puts me on edge. Who knows what could happen these hallways.