The Fast and the furious fanfic

Fast and furious fanfic

Chapter 1
I've wanted to race for as long as I can remember. Its like it's in my blood. My dad was a racer, my proper dad, and I remember little snip it's of what he'd say or his beliefs. But that's it. So I took those memories to heart and practiced and practiced and practiced. Then, after my parents went to sleep, I got dressed into a tight dark purple vest top, that outlined my boobs perfectly, a short, extremely short, pair of tight denim shorts that did wonders for my bum and a pair of tight, black, leather, heeled knee length boots. Then just to finish off, I wrapped a purple and black scarf around my head, slid a pair of designer sunglasses on and added a black leather jacket; then I climbed out of my window, down the Ivy and strait into my baby. Then before I could change my mind, I drove here.

My parents were rich, and they were famous. They weren't my real parents, those died when I was little, my older brother and sister told me to run when my mum was murdered, they told me that her murderer would go for me next. I took their word for it, I ran untill I couldn't run anymore, that's when I collapsed on my adopted parents doorstep. They took me in cared for me like I was their own, I never saw my brother or sister again. Infact I don't even remember their names, I just remember crying their names at night, if I asked my adoptive parents they would know, but I don't have the courage to change my life again.

Anyway, my parents got me anything I asked; so when I said I wanted driving lessons they smiled and got me proffesional lessons; then when they asked what car I wanted, I asked for a fast one so they got me my baby. Now after practicing for years, I'm finally entering my first street race.

The street race was not what I'd expected, not at all! At the side of the road hundreds of high end cars were parked and in the middle about 20 fast cars, those spaces must be for the racers. I pulled into one of those spaces. There was so many people all the women wearing as little as possible. I felt a little sick I'd been on camera many times before so why am I panicking now? It's silly I pulled the handbreak down and opened my door. My heels clicked against the concrete as I swung out of my car, Bugatti Veyron, black and blue. It's my baby, I love it so much! I have spent whole days just working on the engine making it run smoother and faster. Making it the best I possibally could before today: my first ever race. I wanted to make the best impression possibal.

As I got out as about twenty men laughed or wolf wistled and all the skanks glared or sneered at me. I smiled sweetly, straitened my head scarf, adjusted my designer sunglasses and sat on the hood of my car. Suddenly 5 engines roared in everyone's eyes turned to see them. I glanced over and saw a bulky bald headed man climb out of a charger. Clearly he was the man to beat. A few skanks walked up to him and started flirting he smiled loving it. A black haired, dark skinned girl walked up to them and announced "I smell... Skanks." I smirked as they ran off, that girl was someone I could get along with.

I saw them handing money to the man who ran the races I jogged over, my heels clinking against the concrete they all turned their eyes towards me. "I'll buy in! How much we going for?" one of the men with dark hair sneered "too much for you sweetheart" he said running his hand down my arm. when he reached my wrist, I flicked my hand grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back. He cried out.

A few of the men and the women who'd arrived with the bald headed man surged forward. They stopped when I pulled his wrist harder. I lent in towards his ear and whispered "I think I can decide wether or not its too much for me. Also, call me "sweetheart" again and I'll break your arm. Now wanna give me an apology?" I asked he grunted "I don't apologise to hookers or little girls, of which so are both!" I pulled harder he gasped. "sorry, sorry, sorry!" I smirked and released him.

He lunged at me but the bald guy put his hand to the guys chest "vince, enough! If the girl wants to race let her race!" he turned to me, "ya sure your up for this Chica? Wouldn't want ta loose your credit" I sighed giving the man 2000 bucks then walked to my car. I called over my shoulder "as my dad always said, Ride or die!"

I climbed into my car and drove to the line. The rest drove up with me. 3, my grip on the wheel tightened, 2, I took a deep breath, 1, I readied myself "GO!!!" I shot out like a rocket. When turning the first corner I passed vince, I assume that's his name, and gave him my middle finger. I pulled ahead and before I knew it, I'd caught up to the bald guy. He looked over at me in surprise.

We were neck and neck as he pressed NOS and flew ahead. I laughed "too early" I pressed NOS and zipped past him just crossing the line. There was a stunned silence.

I climbed out of my car smiling. Now that's the start I was hoping for! The others arrived and got out of their vehicles the bald one started walking over to me. Then the man next me exclaimed something that made me pause "She beat Dominic Torretto, no way!" DOMINIC TORRETTO! The only thing I remember form my past was my last name, Torretto.