Dream

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Racing is one thing always on my mind. I'm 17, I have my drivers license, but I'm not allowed to get a car. Why? My fathers afraid that I will take it and run away. The makes it hard for me to have a job, due to the fact that We live in pretty much nowhere, the only shops are by our school, which is about 12 miles away. I'm too lazy to walk or even bike that far.

Racing is something that helps relieve the stress. The stress of having to live up to my father's expectations. The stress of not having a choice of what to do.

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My sister isn't the smartest. Like, at all. We still love her, though.

However what she lacks in smarts, she makes up for in physical education.

That's right. My 15 year old sister is a jock, typical to be honest. Almost cliché.

It was finally the weekend. Only four days till my birthday. Today my friends made plans to take me out to a pizza parlor, at least that's what we told my dad.

The doorbell rings, not to any use because Ethan just walked in a second later.

"Heyo!" He grinned, showing his perfectly white teeth.

"Hey," I smiled at him, then went back to my phone.

"It's time to go, ya know," Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really? One minute," I continued typing.

"Yeah, so start moving your ass off that couch before I drag you,"

He got no response.

"You leave me no choice..." I felt his hand wrap around my ankle.

A sharp yank had caused me to land on the floor.

"Ow! Ethan don't do that!" I caressed my head, which had hit the floor with a bang when he had pulled me off the couch.

"Sorry," Ethan half-heartedly said, dragging me to the shoe bench.

I quickly sat up once he stopped and dropped my ankle, which was hurting from the pressure he had put on it. I picked up my slip-on sneakers, and stood up swiftly (well, as swiftly as was possible for me).

We walked out of my house, and I locked the door. There I saw Lynn behind the wheel of her truck.

"Come on! We don't have forever!" She smiled at me.

I shoved myself in the back, with Chance and Sydney.

"Hi," I said lightly.

"Hey Sky, ready to go?" Lynn asked, pressing down on the acceleration, letting us move down the street.

"Yeah," I grinned.

I was never one to follow my father's rules. So it was normal for me to lie or sneak out. My father didn't care, though. He knew I would follow his dream and he let me do what I wanted as long as it didn't include driving. His goal is to block off anyway to my dream.

He is doing a pretty sucky job at it, though.

"Take a left onto Harmen Road in a quarter of a mile," A monotone voice interrupted my thinking

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An hour on the road, an hour of singing Selena Gomez and Lady Gaga songs, had brought us to our destination.

A Go-Kart track.

We walked in, me leading the crew of us (obviously).

"Reservation for Lynn Temmie," Lynn spoke from behind me.

"Of course, right this way," we were lead into a room and all sat down in different chairs.

The lady blabbed on about what the different flags mean, and different warnings and how to work the car, but I spaced out from the very beginning.

I knew what all these things mean, if I didn't why would I pursue to be a race car driver?

"You, what does the blue flag mean?" The lady pointed at me.

"It means someone faster is behind you, and you should move over to let them by," I plainly say.

"Good, you guys have past the test, and are free to go onto the track," She releases us from the room, and on our way we go, to race.