The Race Begins.

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My name is Carter Durant.

It was a few months after my 18th birthday. I lived in a one bedroom apartment, in London, with mr. snuggles, my cat. I've had him since i was 13.

I woke up, turning towards my clock to see the time. Noon. I look down on my floor and Mr. Snuggles was sitting, starting at me. I smiled.

'Want some food baby?' I said in one of those weird but cute voices. I roll out of bed, only wearing a large long sleave shirt, down to my knees..ish. I pour food in his dish and make myself some coffee.

Mmm, coffee. That scent makes me the happiest. I sit on my window bench, sip my coffee, and light a cigarette.

Then started to hum the song Coffee & Cigarette.

Coffee and Cigarettes are my only escape.I got my cup of Joe, my pack of stokes, and I'm on my way downtown, to set up shop, and sing my cares away. So, won't you sing with me, coz it's cold outside, and I'm feeling kinda lonely.

Ugh, now I'll have that song stuck in my head all day.

I walk back into my room and grab my phone.

3 new messages. I unlock it and look.

Sage;

Hey. Can I come over?

Sage;

Okay. I'm coming over.

Sage;

Bye.

I roll my eyes and smile. Sage was my best friend. Has been all my life. He has brown fluffy hair that always perfectly sweeps to the left.

Knock, knock.

Fuck.

I dont bother with pants, just open the door.

Suddenly, I am tackled to the floor. 'Hello Sage.' I laugh.

'Hello beautiful.' He gets off and winks. I roll my eyes, get up, and shut the door. 'So, how are you on this wonderful day?'

'I am just bloody amaz balls!' I express. He laughs, 'And you my fine fellow?'

'I am just as bloody amaz balls!' I smile. 'So, how about you get some clothes on and we go race around a bit?' By race around, he really meant race around. With a car. Me driving. Yeah, I'm a girl. So what? I can still be bad ass.

'Sounds good!' I walk into my room, put on a black tank top with black and red skinny jeans, with black vans. I put some make up on, and tease my hair. 'Ready?' I ask, opening the door.

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