Supercross

Chapter 1

Everyone was at the race. Everyone except me. I run into my room ripping my shorts and shirt off, then throwing a nicer shirt over my sports bra and put jeans on with some converse.

I sprint out of my house, after making sure I look somewhat descent, and run to my car. I put the keys into the ignition and step on the gas pedal.

There's no traffic, which there should be, but I'm late, so everyone's already in watching. After searching forever I find a parking spot. I grab my bag and head to the stadium.

By this point I'm sprinting. With my bag in my hand I go to the security check point.

"Excuse me, ma'am, no bags are allowed." Says the larger than life security guard.

"Really?" I say out of breathe with my hands in my knees.

"Sorry ma'am." He says in his deep voice.

I don't say anything and run all the way back to my car to put my bag in. I grab my ticket, keys, and money out of my bag, then run back to security check point.

"I'm back." I say, more out of breathe then before.

He nods, then scans me with the metal detector making sure I have no hidden weapons. He tells me to go in and I fast walk in. The lady with the ticket scanner scans my ticket. I then look at the sign seeing where I'm seated.

My ticket says section 114. The sign to the right of my says sections 118-140. The sign to the left of my says sections 150-180.

Where's 100-117?

Since no ones in concessions, since they're watching the race, I sprint looking for section.
After running a lap around the stadium I ask someone, "where's section 114?"

"Just go into one of the bar lounge areas, exactly like this one on the other side, and there should be stairs leading down." The old man, probably in his sixties, replies with a sweet voice.

"Thanks." I say running the other direction, across the stadium and going down the stairs.
I walk down the stairs and take a left. I go through the door and it's not the stadium. It's where they keep all their stuff.

I'm too sweaty, tired, and hot to notice the person walk by behind me.

So when I turn around I knock right into him then falling helplessly onto the cold concrete floor while hitting my head.

"Ouch." I say getting up from the floor rubbing my head.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" He says.

Without answering him I look at him and evaluate him.

He's tall, about six three. Dark brown hair that needs to be cut. You can tell through his clothes that he's in shape and he has tan skin and light brown eyes.

"Hello, are you sure you don't have a concussion?" He asks me.

"Yeah I'm sure," I say hurriedly, "I just need to get to the stadium. I've already missed a lot of the race."

"I'll take you." He replies.

I nod and follow him out the door I came in.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Coco." I say, "and you?"

He looks at me in shock, but then quickly hides it, "Matt."

"Nice to meet you Matt."                            

He guides me through a set of double glass doors and we follow a hall that opens up looking into the stadium.

I turn around towards him, "thanks. I'm gonna go watch the race now, you should too."