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?
August's pov The next day I woke at eight, got dressed, curl my hair and put on a little makeup, grab one of my cute shirts
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Put on jeans, and my Addidas. I then leave and get there right at 8:59. I walk in and Chief called me to his office.
"Okay, how old are you?" He asks.
"Nineteen." I reply.
"I thought you were twenty." He says.
"No sir." I laugh.
"What did you do as you last job or jobs?" He asks.
"I used to be a bartender. Before that I was a stock racer on the track. Grew up on the track and worked in my uncle's garage." I say.
"Racing I like it." He says.
I smile.
"How long did you do that?" He asks.
"Been workin in the garage since I was six, racin since I was four. Hell that's where I learned to drive. An the bar at sixteen I got good friends." I say.
"Wow." He says.
"Imma warn you now I ain't got no filter so whatever comes out my mouth imma warn ya now." I say.
He laughed.
"Thanks that's needed." He laughed.
I laughed too.
"Your family? What are they like?" He asks.
I look to the ground. "Rather not go down that road sir. It's too much for me." I say.
"Okay. What medications do you take if you do?" He asks.
"I have insomnia, depression, anxiety, and asthma." I say.
His eyes kinda widend.
"Yea I'm a special fuck up." I say.
"You ain't fucked up hon." He says.
I shrug.
"Final questions how tall are you, and your weight." He says.
"I'm five feet tall and I'm hundred n ten pounds." I say.
"Can you start tomorrow? He asks.
"Yes sir." I say.
"Alright let me show you around." He says getting up.
After we were done, it was closing time.
He had also got my shirt size, and before I left he handed me a work shirt.
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I thanked him.
"What time do I need to be here?" I ask.
"Same time today." He replied.
"Yes sir." I say.
"Have a good night." He says.
"Y'all to see y'all tomorrow." I say. I then went home.
