High Society: The tales from Victory

Vanessa Wildstar [Part I] (Ch.4)

*** a year ago***

The loud speakers screeched through the arena. On most days this, like then, race cars drift around the track. Rubber stained the asphalt, especially around the corner, where drifting usually occurred.

The stands rasped the sky, the commentator's box was paramount above all. Cameras line the stadium in the hundreds, waiting to achieve the perfect shot. Popcorn fluttered between the feet of the audience, filth enough for a Rattata to thrive.

The audience cheered, casting peanuts, popcorn, and all types of food wrappers to the ground. Some people prayed, hoping for some collision to make their day and footage. Others detest their stay, forcibly dragged to the event.

Ponder stared at the drifting cars, all with their sponsors logos all over them. PokéDew, Wildstar foundation, Dragon Claw Incorporate, and even

Silph Co.

Aaron Pine, the esteemed Professor, laughed as he pointed at a car with the Wildstar emblem plastered on its side. He cheered, clearly somebody he knew well.

Pompous Pine, dressed in his finest uniform, stared with distaste. "Despicable. Foolish. Foolhardy." He clearly fell along the line of those forced to come to the event.

Preachy talked to her father, only half listening, about everything she knew about the sport. That is, everything that a week's notification could prepare her for.

"There are eight different flags that the officials use, they all have many uses. Like to signify the laps remaining in the race." Preachy explained, her sight laser guided on the white flag played.

"I cannot believe you convinced my commanding officer to let me off today... For this!" Pompous growled. His arms were exaggeratedly thrown forward, showing, not just the race, but the entire event.

Pompous looked very much like his younger brother, family friends would joke that they were cloned. Yet his hair was more a dirty blonde. His azure eye's glared at the speeding cars. His, typically, pale complexion was searing red with frustration.

The professor sighed, "Pompous, please. Today we're all having a good time and are the night belongs to us. No need to bring the mood down. Right now, we're a family." He put his hand on Preachy's head and scruffed it up.

Preachy laughed, glee in her eyes. Said eyes were a golden hue. They contrasted her dark complexion, a trait inherited by her mother. Her auburn hair laid on her shoulders, swaying briefly in the gale.

"You know Pompous, a new study shows that people with lots of close friends and family around will likely live a lot longer than lonesome people."

She glided her fingers through the air, as if the information was displayed before her eyes.

She continued, "Researchers analyzed one hundred forty-eight studies that examined the effect of social relationships and death risk. Together, these studies included 308,849 people who were followed for about seven and a half years on average. People were fifty percent more likely to be alive longer if they had strong social relationships. This finding held regardless of age, gender, or health status and for all causes of death."

Pompous growled, "I never asked for a lecture, sis." His voice strained on 'sis'.

Professor Pine muttered, "Not now children. It's a good day, now watch and cheer!"

"If family is so important, then where's mother?" Pompous spouted, something distasteful in his mouth.

"Pompous Garnet Pine! Watch your attitude! We're here now and that's what matters!" Professor Pine hissed, "This is a discussion for later. This is pleasure, not work." His hand crushed the bottle of soda, erupting it over his hand.