Racer, August Bentley is from Nashville, she is 19 years old. She goes to Oklahoma city, to try for the 405. She has a past she wants to be kept dark. What happens when Chief finds out?
Hey y'all I'm August Flicka Bentley. I just moved to OKC. I used to live in Nashville but, I'll get to all of that later. I'm now making a test hit in Tearjerker.
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I've had this car for five years. As I was about to get in, someone stopped me. I turn around and it was Justin Shearer A.K.A Big Chief.
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I take off my helmet.
"Hey." I say.
"I've herd about you and I was wondering if you wanted a chance with my guys but first you gotta race me." He says.
"Yea, I'll give it a try. I'm August." I say holding my hand out.
"Justin or Chief." He says shaking my hand.
"You have your car?" I ask.
"Matter of fact I do." He says.
"Saddle up." I say.
He laughed.
"I like your attitude." He says.
"Thanks I get told I tend to act like my brothers." I say.
"Weather you win or loose, would you like to work at Midwest West Street Cars Automotive?" He asks.
"Need a grease monkey?" I ask. He laughed again.
"Well I thought since you like cars you'd like workin in the shop." He says.
"Yea, I'll take it thank you." I say.
"Not a problem. Let's race." He says.
We get ready and I guess he was sleeping at the light.
"Damn your fast." He says.
"We're you sleeping at the light?" I ask.
His friend then laughed.
He nodded.
"Wanna run it again?" I ask.
"Sure." He says.
We get ready and I still beat him.
"Wanna try for the list?" He asks.
"Yes sir." I say.
"Alright, come by the shop tomorrow and we can talk." He says.
"Okay, I seen it on my way in and it's hard to miss." I say.
"She's gotta point." His friend says.
"Hi, I'm August." I say holding my hand out again.
"Jeff." He says shaking my hand.
"Alright I'll meet with you tomorrow say, nine?" I ask.
"Nine's good." He says.
"Alright see you then." I say.
I then put my things away and head to my country mansion.
