Aaliyah Youngsteward:
*dream sequence*
(time wrap: Aaliyah was only 10 years old.)
November 24, 2009, 7:00 pm, Vendara park:
Tonight, was the night of the so-called 'Drift Racing Championship'. Of course, being independent, I brought my own Mercedez Benz.
"Evening, folks. Thank you for coming tonight. Before we start, let us welcome, last years' DRIFT RACING CHAMPION, Aaliyah Mist Youngsteward!" the spokesperson said.
A wild round of applause bombarded the place as I walked towards the stage. They sure give me high respect.
"One hell of an evening, guys! I'm looking forward to know who will took the crown off my head. But, of course, this is a competition so I will not let myself lose. Who knows? Maybe tonight is the night that someone else will be called Drift Racing Champion. By the way, wish you all the best." I said, half-heartily. I'm pretty sure that no one will beat me. I won two years in a row. Who would beat that?
As I finished my speech, each one of us took our places. The DRIFT RACING CHAMPIONSHIP took place between A-1 northbound to C-2 westbound. Before you reach both ends, there would be many curves and turns which makes this race be called DRIFT RACE.
"Ready...
...set...
...GO!"
I stepped the gas pedal and took a 300km/h speed. As I drift, I couldn't help but feel nervous.
'Something's wrong with this car...' I thought.
I take another drift, and to my surprise, one of my tires exploded, which made my car screeching and spinning. I stepped on the brakes but, no use.
In one sudden moment, my Mercedez Benz hit a post and went flying through the streets.
It rolled and rolled and, at last, it stopped.
As if in slow motion: my body hit the front glass window, which makes it and my body broke into pieces.
I was lying in the middle of the road, gasping for air. My body covered with my own blood, with me conscious of the pain, I think I can't handle it anymore.
Death was my best friend at this moment.
I composed myself for a minute, but failed. I tried again, but failed, again.
*breaths agai---*
"Seems that you're having a hard time breathing, eh?" said a voice in my ear.
HE sounded familiar...
"Caiden?" I asked.
"Yeah? OR should you say, LEWIS KINGSTON?"
KINGSTON. I will never forget that word, even in afterlife. The murderer of mom and my sister, Krystal.
"Y--you, trai--tor!!" I panted. I can't believe I trusted a devil.
"Well, I see that you forget your debt on me..." his facial expression softens.
"I remember nothing, because I did nothing to you." I spat.
"You don't remember? Well, I'll make you." he said angrily.
He pulled out a gun from his pocket and pointed it directly on my head.
Before I could even speak, he pulled the trigger.
After that, I saw footsteps leaving.
And then I blacked out.
*RINGGG!*
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>_>
Mabuti nagising na ako sa katotohanan.
Makakain na nga. Kanina pa pala break time.
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Long Chapter, guys! Ano sa tingin niyo yung debt ni Aaliyah kay Lewis?
We'll know it next chapter!!
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CaissaJoyceDasco
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Teen FictionAaliyah Mist Youngsteward has been shot on her head when she was 10. There was a possibility that she will forget all her memories since childhood. Pero syempre, hindi na siya magpapaliguy-ligoy pa. She will fight and will never let herself lose. An...
