Friday Night Dirt

It seemed every Friday I was summoned to Limaland to clean up after people during the race season. Each week was a different job to work off my probation for street racing.. Before you say anything, I know it's stupid. But
that's just who I am. I'm only 18 might I add. And honestly you'd think with myself being a girl, that I would get away with anything.
"Today you'll be cleaning up after the fans." Officer Charles spoke sternly as I felt degraded and nodded.
Handing me a massive black bag, he walked away with his hands in his pockets. He always seemed to be playing with something.
Trudging past the stands I let out a sigh. It had always been a dream of mine to be out there racing. The closest I had ever gotten was my college race team. And they did not even want me. That's when I turned to street racing.
It had sent me down a bad a streak that well...led me here..
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Limaland : 4pm

" LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO LIMALAND MOTORSPORTS PARK!" The speakers blasted the song thunderstruck by AC/DC.
The haulers began to roll in past the gates as the sun shined up high in the sky. It's rays kissed the roofs of the massive haulers as they rolled past the stands and headed for the grass area to set up for the show.
Limaland is well known for its features of the UMP mods, the stock cars and their winged sprint cars.
I looked up to catch a glimpse of the stock car track champions hauler. It was lettered from top to bottom. "Texas Roadhouse" sat in big letters across both sides. His number "22T" brightly reflecting the sun.

"It's racing season once again here in Lima Ohio!" They continued to talk over the radio.
"If only I could-.." Megan had stopped talking as she caught herself leaning against the fence. Her eyes watched the "7C" stock car semi trailer roll by her. Megan had watched that car run lines unlike any other. It seemed almost impossible to match it's speed when it came to corner entry and exit. Straight a way speed is where it would take off and leave everyone in the dust. Its driven by a young Forest, Ohio native, Jordan Conover. He also drives the "33" UMP mod.

"What would it take to get to that point? To have that amount of speed. Get in that car weekly and run it like your playing with death." I had let out as if I was speaking to myself.

Once more she let out a sigh and began to clean off a table top. She could tell it was going to be a long night. Being four nights left of the championship battle and such, she knew from the year prior how bad it can get. Yes.... She has been doing this now for a year. And the probation lasts another year and a half.
Lifting her head up she pushed her black hair out of her eyes. Megan tossed aside the dirty rag and trudged her way over to the back straightaways stands where she then sat down. Pulling out her iphone, she checked for any texts from her boyfriend. As soon as she did though, another worker came over to her with a stern look on their face and had their arms crossed.

"What..." I spoke in a smart ass tone.
The woman then pointed and demanded that she hand over her cell phone. Thats when Megan got up and caused a scene. Almost yelling she tossed the phone at the women and stormed off into the row of haulers.

"IM DONE WITH THIS!" She yelled as she punched the side of a hauler.
Pulling her hand back, her knuckles were bruised. Her hand shook as the pain grew over her.

"You know the trailers a solid object. Next time try a pillow or a tire." A voice spoke from a few feet away from her. She knew it wasn't officer Charles because the voice was more high pitched then anything. Along with a more calm tone.
She looked up to see a head popping out from the side door of the "7C" trailer. Instantly she grew red out of embarrassment.

"Mr. Conover....I didn't mean to... I'm im sorry...." Megan spat out instantly. The pain had washed away and replaced itself with total embarrassment.

"I'd say you could work the damage off but your already working enough for the state troopers. Why don't you come in here and we can wrap that up." Mr.Conover pointed at her obviously broken hand.