Chapter 4
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Tomorrow being Sunday means car day. I wonder what my neighbors think of how I got my car .If only they knew. I remember the first day I started racing.
(Flashback)
I was sitting in the passenger seat of my brothers best friends, new Ford Mustang. I was 13 years old, and a speed freak at that. I loved driving, me and Blake went to the street race downtown. A guy a little bit older than my brother now pulled up beside us in a Chevelle, my dream car. I was so excited , I just couldn't resist touching it. The driver noticed me and yelled over " Hey little girl , like my car". I just nodded, I couldn't get my mouth to move I was so distracted by the beauty of the classic. He started walking over towards me, then I backed up afraid of what he might do if I didn't keep my distance form his car. "I will tell you what , if your brother over there can beat me in his Mustang, he will win my car."
My jaw dropped, I ran over to Blake. I nudged him, he turned towards me with extreme annoyance covering his features. "What do you want?" he asked. "Just give me the keys . I am going to show that fellar over there that girls got skills." The annoyance changed to shock, and he grabbed the top of my shoulders and shook me, "You can't race these guys they mean serious business. Plus if mom found out I would be dead meat. You heard what she said before we left." "Whatever just give me the keys there is no way he can beat me with what he's got under that hood, trust me." "Fine just be careful." he said as he unwillingly handed over the keys. I ran over to the Mustang and hopped in the drivers seat. I adjusted it just to my size. I crank the car and revved up the V8 engine. I pulled up to the starting line and so did the Chevelle. The tree did its series of lights and I went right on time. At first we were side my side and I could feel my adrenaline pumping deep down inside. At halfway I was ahead my about 5 feet I had to win this. I pressed my foot down even harder on the gas pedal hitting about 120 on the speedometer. Then, the Mustang pulled ahead about 10 yards away form the Mustang. Whoa, my stomach was doing flips. I just won a Chevelle! I pulled back to where my brother had parked and jumped out of the car. The Chevelle pulled up beside me skidding the tires against the pavement making that so familiar screeching noise. The driver hopped out and seen me the first time since before the race. "Did you just get out of that car?" he asked his mouth hanging open like he was about to drool on himself. "Of course I did. Who else?" I answered in a tone like a cheerleader talking after winning a big game. "I cant believe it, a little 13 year old just smoked me on the racetrack." he said in a slightly awed tone.
(End of Flashback)
That was the first race I ever one. I have won about 150 cars since then. I sell most of them so I can buy things for my Chevelle. I kept the Chevelle because it was my dream car and it was sort of a trophy showing how good of a driver I actually was. Over, the past four years I have bought my family all new cars and put away a college fund for my brother and I .
After helping Jessica tote over her bags and chatting with Parker for a moment I finally get to just take a shower and relax. I am so tired. I feel like I walked forever today. When I was leaving Parkers house he asked me if he could come over tomorrow . I couldn't decline him that was just seem rude or like I was trying to hide something from him. I didn't tell him what we would be doing , of course. Another great end to a great day.
<3 Sorry this chapter is so short . Its just kind of giving you some important information. Its also just kind of a filler chapter. Tell me what you think. Have any guesses of what going to happen next. If I don't get some more comments and votes, I think I might stop writing. But, then again maybe not. Please just bear with me. Like I said before this is my first story so I want to know what you think.
