The wind is fighting against my body. I look down at my speed, I'm going 180 miles.
Adrenaline is rushing through my veins. My head is focused on winning the king of street racing. Decrowning him and taking the title for myself.
As I go round the last corner. I look in my side mirror to see the enemy has fallen far behind.
I took this chance to lift my front wheel and go over the winning line on my back wheel.
I put my wheel down and spin around making a cloud of smoke in the process and leaving black marks on the concrete.
The crowd cheered and I got of my bike taking of my helmet and jacket. Showing my tattoo of 3 little birds and not caring that my dad will see it. The adrenalin is at its highest on this moment.
I look for Jo and Lisa. They are married. Jo is a huge bold guy with more muscle than most peoples' body weight and Lisa is a thin tanned girl with crazy long blond hair, they're perfect for each other. They are the ones who introduced me to this world and taught me everything I know.
They take me around my shoulders and we walk to the bar.
As I walk in I see a guy on the corner. Our eyes lock as he drinks the last of his drink and takes his helmet of the table, never breaking eye contact. He gives me one last look and walks straight out the door.
Shaking of the weird feeling I have. I went over to the bar and lets just say, the drinks kept flowing.
The next morning I wake up on Jo and Lisa's couch like so many times before.
Lisa hands me an aspirin and tells me that my dad is clocking off in an hour.
I went home and hid my bike in the garage. I take a long shower and put on my PJ. Then I hear my dad coming in the door.
I went down stairs into the kitchen. "Morning dad" I say pecking his cheek.
"Morning honey" he says sleepily. After a 12 hour shift.
He seems deep in thought, "What you thinking about?" I ask innocently.
"Does it ever feel to you like the garage gets smaller or just maybe crowded?" He asks. Yes, definitely I thought, "No Dad, why do you ask?" I ask back.
"It just feels like the back wall moved forward a feet or so." He says.
Maybe because it has. I had no choice to do it after he came home one night, deciding to throw out the card bord boxes and almost discovering my bike. So when his next shift began me, Lisa and Jo made a plan letting it look like the wall is still in its place only a feet or so forward and made a hiding spot between the original wall and the fake wall.
My dad would die and then kill me if he ever found out about the tattoo, bike ridding, partying all of it or even just one of it.
"Nah dad, everything is exactly the same" I tell him and start to make breakfast as fast as I can with a hangover.
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Silent rebels
Teen FictionAmber Williams and Shawn Plums is silent rebels. To their fathers they are the perfect children and their mothers are either dead or gone but they lead secret lives have secret tattoos and do some illegal and dangerous stuff. ********...
