Formula 1- One Shots

Alex Albon- Future

Alex was sat in the plane, thinking about his future. He knew there was a chance that Red Bull wouldn't keep him, but he also knew that he still had 3 races left to prove himself. But there was all of the bad performances from all the races before. This made Alex worry, he couldn't help but think that they had already made the decision already about who was driving for them. 

Alex couldn't help but keep thinking, all throughout the FP1 that there was no point in driving today. That there was no point in driving at all, for the last three races. As many of the media people said, "He was useless" Alex couldn't help but let all those negative thoughts run through in his brain. 

Alex couldn't help but suddenly snap out of his thoughts as the barrier on the left suddenly was coming up to him fast. 

CRASH

Alex still not sure what just happened but couldn't help but still let the thoughts that had made him crash  were still running through his head. Everything was going wrong and Alex didn't know what to do. He had tried his hardest but everything just seamed to go wrong.

Waling back through the paddock, he couldn't help but feel like his future at the minute was hanging by a thread. The thought of going to face the media, was even more worrying than facing his team principle.

"Alex!" He heard somebody shout, but Alex couldn't help but keep walking away from them. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to curly up in a ball. 

"Alex, please stop walking away from me!" said the person, grabbing Alex by the arm and pulling him around.

"George!!!"

"Yes it is me, why are you walking away from me?"

"Because I don't deserved to be hear, distracting you from doing well."

"Alex, you would never do that. Please stop beating your self up."

"MY future hangs by a thread."

"No it doesn't it hangs in your hands. You have to stop listening to the media!"