The past three weeks have been absolutely torturous. Quite boring, really. Not one bit of entertainment except for the window. The boring old window, on the boring old wall, in my boring old room, in this boring old house, in this boring old world. Of course all that will change once I'm let out of this place. The only thing that has kept me alive these past few weeks is the fact that Henry told me there's a new racer in town. He said she's amazing. Better than me. Ugh. So the newbie can race, what's the big deal? It's not like she's a racing God, or anything, right?
I could not have been more wrong.
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Hey readers!
This is just a preview of the next chapter, I'll be putting it up after Halloween on Friday.
Enjoy!
- zozy
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