Dream

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"Jacoby swiftly passes Green and takes the lead, meaning unlimited space for her to speed up her time, and win the Pirelli World Championship for McLaren!"

I gripped the wheel harder through my leather gloves. This was it, this was the chance to win for my team, and win for my family. This was a chance of a lifetime.

"The clock comes to an end, right as Jacoby takes the fastest average time from Green! That is a win for McLaren, a second for Audi, and a third for Cadillac."

The crowd goes wild, the cheers of my name ring through the track.

"JACOBY,  JACOBY, JACOBY"

"JACOBY" I perk up to see Mrs. Bosher glaring at me.

"Here..." I softly said.

The class stifles their laugh.

"I was asking you a question, Miss Jacoby. I suggest, next time, you listen so you can answer, instead of daydreaming like usual." She turns to the board, "Now, someone who isn't deep in their imagination, answer this question!"

I sighed, this is just stupid. For what I want to do, I don't need Geometry... well, actually, I need it a bit, but I do not need to know how to divide line segments.

"Father! Can I get this BMW M3 model?" I asked my father with pleading eyes.

He looked at me with his signature frown, one of disappointment. "No."

"Why?" I pouted.

"Your little dream will wear off by high school. Listen to me, find something useful to do with your life. Like being a doctor, curing world diseases." He looked down at me.

"But that's boring!"

"You will understand later."

He grabbed my arm, pulling me away from that toy car, and what he hoped to be my dreams.

"Skylar, what is going on in that brain of yours? Your constantly gone these days. It's like talking to a wall!" Lynn told me at lunch.

I pulled some spaghetti strands from the bowl with my fork, then flopped them back. "I don't know."

" 'I don't know,' " she mocked, "We all know that there is something going on. What are you thinking about?"

Jacoby swift passes Green, taking the lead...

"Just..."

That is a win for McLaren...

"Thinking about what I want to do after school ends. You have your life figured out, and I don't. I was just... yeah..." I sighed.

"Please, you're pretty. You could get a contract to be a model. I heard Japan likes foreign models," Lynn winked.

I rolled my eyes. Model? You have to be kidding me. Posing for some old man to perv on me is not my ideal choice of career.

"Ok fine. Dermatologist? You just get to tell people that to solve their acne you have to use Neutrogena," She shoved some of her salad into her mouth and pushed some of her golden locks out from in front of her face.

"I don't think that's how dermatology works, Lynn," I picked up a single noodle and ate it.

"Oh... it isn't? Well, speaking of dermatologists, my dermatologist recently recommended me this new perception thats supposed to help..." as she droned on and on, my mind went else where... again.

"That was a risky move from Jacoby out there, it could have cost her this race."

IndyCar. I am living the dream of many people. I see in my line of vision, the white flag. We have to make this count.