The Racer

Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy morning.

Kester woke up to the sound of the clapping thunder.  He checked his watch phone and sighed. It was six in the morning: the time he used to get up for work. But ever since he lost his job, things were never the same. Kester went to his screen in the middle of the room to check for update about racing. Then, he ate his breakfast and went out.

Just then, his good friend, Hatty, walked by. She came to Kester and they walked towards the mall for a meet-and-greet session with the racing champion, Rob, at the mall.

"Sorry about the Lions," Hatty said. "You never deserved to lose your job."

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't." Kester said in reply.

Soon after, they reached the mall with its white walls and windows reflecting blinding amounts of sunlight. They walked in to the cool air and the astounding atmosphere and noise caused by hundreds of Rob's fans trying to get closer to get his autograph. After a while, Rob went onto the stage to the cheers of the people.

"Thank you all for your support for me throughout this season! I feel blessed to have such a nice crew and fans and family who support me along the way to get me where I am today." Rob's voice boomed through the microphone with an English accent. Then he went on to talk about his life and his career. Kester decided to tune him out and his mind wandered to the very moment when Rob had crossed the finish line in third behind Rackham. However, because of the points he had accumulated, he won the international racing championship. It's just not fair, Kester thought to himself, all because of this guy, my life is ruined.

"Have you ever wondered what it is like to race?" Hatty's questions jolted him out of his thoughts.

Actually, when Kester was younger, he had always wanted to be one. However, after a few years, he got doubtful. Firstly, it was dangerous.  He could injured or got stuck in the virtual world or another planet. Secondly, he decided that he wasn't really cut out to be one since he lacked the driving skills and reflexes. Last of all, his parents had forbidden him from racing. They thought it was a waste of time and they could not afford to pay for all the things a racer needed.

"Not really," Kester replied. "My parents never allowed me to and I don't think I have the skills anyway."