"3, 2, 1, GO!", the race guy shouted and wave the flag down quickly. Then the F1s go fast and they route along the race tract. Everyone's screaming. I'm going to be enjoying this day.Watching a race and racing cars are my hobbies ; well I love fast cars but I dont have one. When I used to join competition, I just borrow or rent cars from my friend. I dont have deep pockets but I have big dreams like to own my own fast car and never rent again.
My name is Tara Caroline. Just call me Tara. I'm 22 years young. I live with my mom and dad in Stockton, California.
I go to the mini fastfood to buy crappy foods in there. I waited in the line before its my turn. There was like a guy at my left, he keeps staring at me, so what did is to stare at him back, this seems to be a staring contest around here. I stared through his eyes and with an angry face then suddenly he turned his face to the front. I'm still staring at him until the cashier scared me, "Good day maam, what's your order?", the cashier named "pinky"greeted. I know her name because I'm a stalker, hahaha, just kidding. I just saw her nametag in her upperleft chest. I watched the menu and wow!, I didn't know that they have tacos. I'll choose it.
"hmm, I want spicy beef tacos, XL fries, and a can of root beer, thats it." I pledged.
"Spicy beef tacos, regular fries, and one can root beer, $10 and 50 cents all in all. Your order would take 5 minutes, is that alright with you ma'am?", the cashier asked. "well, okay." I replied. I get out my money from my wallet and pay it to the cashier. She gave me the change and said, "thank you, here's the receipt. please wait for your order at the seats." So i sit at the high chairs and I lay my hands on the table.
They're so mean. The said I should wait for 5 minutes, but why I got my food for almost 15 minutes. I wont go back to this fastfood anymore but I love their tacos.
I go back outside to watch the race.
I realized that it was too late. The race was done, everyone was going home. Too sad for me.
I am bringing a can of rootbeer on my left hand and my bag on the other. I walk through the streets until I reach the main road. I'm standing at the waiting shed and waiting for a bus, a taxi or anything, but here in Stockton, there's only few taxies here. Mosty anyone in Stockton have their own private vehicles. But now, I'm not in the mood to drive my OLD fancy car.
After 35 minutes, finally a bus came. It stopped at the front of the waiting shed. I get in to the bus and take a look if there's a vacant seat. Well, there's one in the middle so I walk through there and sit. The bus supposed to go then it stopped by again. A guy get inside the bus. He did the same thing as what I did too. I guess there's no other available seats rather than MINE. The guy looks familiar. He's like the guy which I had a staring contest with.
Ugh!!! I guess he'll sit beside me.
And now he sits beside me.
We didnt talk at first. It was pretty awkward sitting beside him.
"what's your name? You like racing too?", he said. I felt nervous, I have no reasons why.
"Tara.Tara Caroline, I love racing. Okay I gotta go. Bye!"I anwered.
*Nervous*
The bus is near to my home so get down to the bus and walk slow through the street. I hear the screech of the bus. When I look back, I saw him getting down to the bus. He's walking on the street where I am. Now I walk towards him. I said, "Hey! are you from here too?". He replied, "Yeah, that's our house!", he pointed the huge house at the left side of the way. Our house was just a few steps to his house. Their house is very big, its like the triple size of our house.
"Bye, till next time!", I said.
we wave at each other.
I realize that I dont remember where did I put my rootbeer but, nah who cares.
