To Race A Hasting

Chapter 1

EDITIED

One of the best street racers was my dad. When I was 5 he took me to see a racing car. When I was 6, I was able to join him in a not so fast, but fast for a 6 year old, ride. He had the windows open and the breeze hit my face making me feel things too hard to explain.

When I was 10 he let me be in a race car half the speed limit. At 11 I watched my first race. And at 12 I was taught to race.

But when I was 15, he died on the track. I never raced again. The only way I stayed connected to cars was working at the garage my dads friend owned.

Marcus, my dads friend, offered me the job at 14 after he heard about my experience with cars. He knew I liked to race them, so I helped him work on racing cars.

My brother, Max used to work at the garage. He was taught how to race earlier than me because he is older than me. He still races because he didn't want to stop. He wanted to make dad proud. A year ago he left for university to study mechanics and engineering.
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I make my way to homeroom and take my seat. I always come a little earlier than other people because I enjoy the quiet. Its the only quiet I get besides home, but I'm not there much. I prefer to be at the garage or by the lake in the park.

"Hello Lexi, nice to see one person still likes to come early," My homeroom teacher, Mr Clarke says. I smile at him.

"It's peaceful here. I like it," He smiles at me and nods his head. Mr Clarke makes his way to his desk and logs on to his computer.

I turn and look out the window which is next to my desk. If I look hard enough. And I mean extremely hard. Then I can see the racetrack. The one my father died on. It brings tears to my eyes and before I know it, they're streaming down my face.

"Miss Hasting, are you alright?" Mr Clarke asks handing me a tissue.

"Yes, sorry, I was just thinking about my dad, that's all," I say with a small chuckle, taking the tissue and quietly thanking him.

"I see, well would you like to go to the office to calm down for a while?" He asks softly.

"That'd be nice, do you mind?" I ask as the bell rings and students start flooding into the room.

"Of course not! Go right ahead, come back when you feel better," He says with a smile as he stands up from his crouching position in front of my desk. I nod my head and place my bag over my shoulder.

I begin to make my way to the office. When I reach there I sit down on the chairs and take deep breaths to calm myself. After about 10 minutes I stand up to make my way to homeroom again but my phone starts ringing.

I check the caller ID which reads, Max.

"Hello?" I ask my brother.

"Hey Lexi, just thought I'd let you know I have a race tomorrow at the track and I would like it if you come," Howironic.

"I don't know Max, you know how I feel about that track," I answer, referring to the one my dad died at.

"I know but I would like my little sister's support on my first race of the season,"

I stay silent for a while.

"Please?" He says softly.

"Okay," I sigh. "I'll come, just because you asked nicely,"

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!" He says excitedly. I laugh softly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, love ya bro,"

"Love ya too sis," With that I hang up and walk back to homeroom.

"Ah, Lexi just in time. I was just about to introduce these 4 new students," Mr Clarke says, gesturing to the 4 new students stood before the class.

"Okay," I say simply and walk to my seat.

"Okay class this is Chelsea Stevens," He says pointing to a girl with red hair and brown eyes. She was wearing skinny jeans, a Skrillex top and combat boots.

"This is Josh Stevens," He points to a boy with blonde shaggy hair and brown eyes. He was wearing dark blue boot leg jeans, a white t-shirt and some Nike trainers.

"This is Grant Stevens," Grant had brown hair and gray eyes. He was wearing joggers, a brown t-shirt and some gray pumps.

"And this is Ofe Stevens," (A/N, pronounced oh-fee) Ofe also had blonde hair like Josh. He was wearing jeans too with a long sleeved black top and black trainers without a logo on.

After Mr Clarke had introduced them, I spaced out and started playing with my mid-back dyed blonde, wavy hair. That was until I heard my name being said.

"Miss Hasting," Mr Clarke says, repeating himself.

"Huh, sorry what did you say?" I ask, snapping back into reality.

"I was wondering if you could take a note to the office for me," I nod my head.

"Of course," I say quietly. I walk up to his desk and grab the note. As I walk towards the door, I feel someone watching me. I turn around and see Ofe staring at me like he's trying to figure out who I am.

I quickly turn around and take the note to the office not looking back.

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