T & A (Book III: Player's Chronicles)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

The smell of fumes and burnt rubber on a fairly used up tar and concrete road filled my nose as I run laps against my family over the track that dad got installed in the villa a few years back. Mamie Jules insisted for dad to start any major renovations that he wants in the villa while she was still kicking. She wanted to look over the whole project just to make her feel useful and productive.

At first dad didn’t like the idea but after a few detailed conversations he had with both his mother and grandmother, they backed down from the subject. This made my dad wary of their tactics. He was right to worry about the two women though because they sent their next weapons in threes. It was always a wonder to him how Mamie Jules even became Grandma Tasha’s ally when it came to this. But when Grandpa Jay, Auntie Cricket and mom approached him with the subject he was putty in their hands.

The Ashburn French villa now houses an Olympic size pool with a bunch of slides and different diving board levels on it; a Jacuzzi alongside a bar; a basketball court, tennis court and even a nine-hole golf course. The rest of the stuff such as the gardens, manmade lake, and the horse barns were left alone. The courts and golf course were actually Mamie Jules’s suggestions.

When I saw the colors green and orange paint at the corner of my eye, I realized I slowed down because my opponent caught up to me. I shook my head and sped up with my eyes focused on my goal of getting to the finish line first. So, after drifting my car (by pulling on the e-brake) to the right as I turned on the last bend, I was home free of any more turns. I took that opportunity to press on that little red button that I’ve been dying to use for a while now just to increase my speed.

When the NOS button was activated, I felt the adrenaline rushed through me like I was in the car but I wasn’t actually there physically. In mere seconds, I drove through the finish line and pressed the breaks burning rubber in the process. I waited for the other car to get through the end of the line before exiting my vehicle.

When I saw the other vehicle pull in next to me, I started undoing my headgear off of me. Yes, we race for fun but we’re not stupid enough to endanger ourselves in the process. Once my balaclava was off, I took in a deep breath and ran a gloved hand through my hair. Those were next to be removed – the gloves not the hair – after that, I undid my harness and exited the cockpit.

“When did you have the time to add Nitrous in your car? I want a rematch after I install some in mine”

“A long time ago, I just never needed it before. I don’t think Uncle Nick would want your car souped up like mine anyway” I said as I placed an arm around my cousin’s shoulder as we headed to see our spectators – my family and others who stayed behind after the funeral.

I learned to drive at eleven. I started racing at thirteen. Mom doesn’t like it but since she’s out shopping with Grandma Tasha and Nikki’s mom at the moment, I don’t need to worry about her chastising me…much.