I Don't Take No for an Answer.

Chapter One

Hi peoplez!!! Chris here...no im not a dude... all my friendz call me chris...this is my first story so no judgin pleaze...check out my profile if y'all get a chance... wil try 2 update every few dayz but im going 2 be busy cuz im going 2 California 2 see my boyfriend!!!! Sooooooooo happy ... anyway peace out....vote pleaze!!!

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I sit in my black Mustang at the only racetrack in Philadelphia. Even though I'm a) not supposed to exist and b) not supposed to be driving a car, I do it anyway. I look at the clock. 8:58. I inhale and exahle several times before I start the car. Racing is the one thing I love in this world, apart from my parents. They risked their lives to take care of me. 8:59. I stare straight ahead and put my hands on the stearing wheel, squeezing it so hard my knuckles turn white. I press a few buttons on the remote to get the timer ready. In five, four, three, two, one...go! The clock changes to 9:00 and I slam on the gas while starting the timer.

I drop the timer into the passenger seat and focus on driving. At the first turn, I ease off a little so I don't crash. Bit once I have turned, I gun it. The speedometer climbs rapidly. 80...90...100...110...120. At the next turn I slow down again, but I quickly slam on the gas again. I shift  and the speedometer climbs to 140. The fastest I've ever gone. First lap done and it took me 2 minutes and 50 seconds. As I race, I think about what my parents will say when I get home. Second lap. A minute and a half. Probably that I'm grounded for the rest of my life, which sucks. I grab the timer as I turn the last turn. And...stop!!! I finish with a time of 4:27. A minute and a half slower thay last time. "Shit!" I say, slapping the wheel. Pissed off and exhausted, I leave the track and head home.

~~~~~AT HOME, STILL PISSED~~~~~

When I pull into our driveway, I drive into the garage to hide my car. Don't want my parents to get in trouble.

I sneak in through the back door and slip into the kitchen to get something to drink. I snatch my already open water bottle and tiptoe into the living room. As I about to head upstairs, a voice startles me. "Nice to see you Christina. Did you have fun?" I bite my lip; my mom. I slowly turn around when my mom turns the lamp on.

My mother is wearing her silky pink robe and fuzzy slippers. Her brown hair is in a ponytail. My father stands next to her, wearing his black wool robe and slippers. They both don't look very happy.

I smile a little and say, "Hi mom. Hi daddy. I uh...I gotta get to bed its really late and I'm tired well gotta go bye!" "I don't think so missy." My dad says. "Get your ass down here." Gulping, I walk back downstairs. My dad points to a chair. I pass them and sit down. In five, four, three, two, one. Right on que, my mother begins to shout. "What were you thonking!? You know you're not supposed to be out there, mostly because you're not technically supposed to exist. But you go anyway! Clearly our punishments aren't enough. You do realize that if you're caught we will all be brutally murdered right!? Honestly, you're 17 years old Christina. The least you could do was pretend to care!"

I begin to get angry. "Well then maybe you should find something for me to distract myself with!" I shout. "Easier said than done Christina!" My mom shouts back. "If you didn't want to deal with a bitchy kid," I start, "Then why did you have me?" I storm upstairs before they can answer.

I reach my room and slam the door shut. I'm so angry that I don't know what to throw first. Finding nothing, I lie on my bed and scream into a pillow at the top of my lungs. I start crying when I run out of air. They just don't get it. Why don't they try to be me, a 17-year-old girl who shouldn't even be here? They have no idea.

I don't know how much longer I lie there crying before someone comes into my room. "Christina?" My mother says softly. I moan in response. She sits down on my bed, resting her hand on my back. I jerk to the side, trying to get as far away from her as possible.

"Sweetie please talk to me," she pleads. "I'm sorry I yelled. I just don't want to lose you." I snort. "Yeah," I snap. "Sure." She sighs, getting up from my bed.

"Well if you wanna talk," she says. "You know where we are." She crosses my room to my door, but she stops before she leaves. "And to answer your question," she pauses. "Because I wanted to." And she leaves.

I lie there, stunned, as I listen to her walk down the stairs. Do you ever feel like you're the worst kid in the world? That's what I feel like.

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Rut ro...teenage problems....sooo whatcha think? Comment and vote pleaze...bye New chapter coming soon....